Into the wind you flew like an
angel and I grasped your shoulder,
saw your sneakers, we were
talking about something, as in would
you rather have a husband from
the 1700s, the wish for sensory
experience, to watch the heather blowing
in the wind, and the sea rushing
past. Something so clean about our
civilization, and yet women can
have more power than before,
not like in the film noir set in Cairo
(really Morocco). A wish for wilderness.
Author Bio: Sarah Riggs is a writer and artist, born in New York where she is now based, after having spent over a decade in Paris. She is the author of seven books of poetry in English: Waterwork (Chax, 2007), Chain of Minuscule Decisions in the Form of a Feeling (Reality Street, 2007), 60 Textos (Ugly Duckling, 2010), Autobiography of Envelopes (Burning Deck, 2012), Pomme & Granite (1913 Press, 2015) which won a 1913 poetry prize, Eavesdrop (Chax, 2019) and The Nerve Epistle(forthcoming Roof Books, spring 2020/21). She is the author of the book of essays Word Sightings: Poetry and Visual Media in Stevens, Bishop, & O’Hara (Routledge, 2002), and has translated and co-translated six books of contemporary French poetry into English, including most recently Etel Adnan’s Time (Nightboat, 2019).