Transition, 2017
Of course, I flip directly to the Linda Pastan poem, and smack-dab in the middle I find these lines:
I've started to dismantle my life already, throwing
out letters from people I remember loving, (14–15)
And they stick, like a bur to a sweater.
-Excerpt from Linda Pastan's poem, Plunder, in The Paris Review, No. 220.
