the winter anthology
Vol. 5
Gustaf Sobin
tracing a thirst
for Ed Foster
called it: tracing a
thirst, the poem
as it
sluices a
passage; with each,
dry
utterance, edges
towards its
own
ob-
fuscated source. no,
not the
world, the
world’s, but,
per-
haps, its
very
postulate. what the
winds
would lap, and the
tongue,
ultimately,
muscle: breath, like
so
many
empty bubbles, brought
to
that pleated lip