little dark is a hybrid collection of poems and prose threaded together by an act of memoir. Here
Brennan ruminates about “being” in the world, about her particular “self” through the tiny, distorted and
often occluded aperture of memory. These poems have as their obsession “seeing” and “looking” and
the failure of these acts to reveal anything definitive about our lives; instead little dark affirms mystery,
the dissolution of boundaries between the seen and unseen (or forgotten) world.
“Who Will,” from little dark:
If you want me to sing if you want me to talk to you The idea a shadow swept of muscle The skin of the world searingly flayed Things shudder inside things on & on A person's tiny humming brain for instance Nothing new: tall shuddering blue everywhere Later in the restaurant the music made me cry If you want me to stay here always or leave or die You were still in a coma your blue eyes briefly
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