"Identified, pressed, touched 'repeatedly or restlessly, ' pleasured,
hankered after, pointed at with the finger. Laura Wetherington means
everything, all of everything. 'The map is not the territory, ' said
Alfred Korzybski. Perhaps Wetherington's map is the territory. 'All I
want is universe, ' she winks.--C.S. Giscombe, National Poetry Series
judge
From "You Slip Through My Fingers"
This is a verb: your fingers.
This is a noun: my
desire. They make
a sentence: you finger
my desire.
Strong, cathartic language on subjects ranging as wide as orgasm as deep
as music, as timely as place, these debut poems speak clearly to history
both personal and liberatory.
Laura Wetherington, a Virginia native, teaches creative writing at
Eastern Michigan University. She co-founded and co-edits Textsound, an
online journal of experimental poetry and sound.