“Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry–”
Poetry Ptuesday: Hurry by Marie Howe
“Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry–”

“Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry–”
“They must be made so light that / their bodies, their feet, must clearly show / they do not tread the earth, but run on the sea.
“Instead of killing yourself / wait until / a year from now”
“I am lonely for myself / I can’t find a real poem”
“All the white things a man mistakes/For earliest violets/Who seeks through Winter’s ruins/Something to pay Winter’s debts”