
I’d intended to be open
to whatever life was
to offer love
where I found its plot
You had to check the date
Milk went bad even in heaven
— Amanda Nadelberg from poem The Art of the Novel

I’d intended to be open
to whatever life was
to offer love
where I found its plot
You had to check the date
Milk went bad even in heaven
— Amanda Nadelberg from poem The Art of the Novel