No, love. Not chin—
Part of your leg.
I think it has to do with blood. Maybe
relevant? Because in French
blood is sang.
A kind of song.
When someone gives you something
you feel you need to give them
something in return.
A short little song
that makes you want to sing it
over & over.
When you can’t stop doing something
even if you want to.
Where there’s deep water you can swim in.
Dust whirls up into a funnel shape
and it spins and moves like a live thing.
From author: “When my daughters were three and five years old, they asked many times per day, ‘What does that mean?’ I wrote down all the definitions I gave them for several weeks, and made these poems (and their titles) out of that set of phrases.”
Carolyn Williams-Noren was a 2013 recipient of an Artist Initiative grant from the Minnesota State Arts Board, and a 2014-2015 winner of a McKnight Artist Fellowship. She’s also the founder and caretaker of a free poetry library (littlepoetrylibrary.org) in the Minneapolis neighborhood where she lives with her family. Her chapbook, Small Like a Tooth, is available from Dancing Girl Press.