thoughts in progress, 3: making sentences

line breaks are suggestions, fragments aligned that read out loud, preferably, reconfigure, breaking elsewhere, accelerating to take a deep breath.

tara's edges fuzz subjects superimpose blinking images, so it's a "good poem."

and i was wrong 2 posts back; the ps that i thought i knew could have written "Tara," not only because it's "good," but also because it duels The New Yorker readers.

"what's going on in this poem? what does it mean?"

"no matter how far removed..."

her daughter may be unharmed today, but what about tomorrow, the next day, two years from now? remoteness can't save her; technology can't save her; it's useless against...who? she who stood by the door of her Virginia farm?

certainly not the deer; deer don't do that.

ravage their own.
tsk-tsk bombs' rubble as if february's nor'easter remains.
carbon-dioxidate ice caps.

deer don't; they are in the way.