“I understand, I promise.
You are an impatient child
& I am a mother who is also
an impatient child.”
Funny, chaotic, spilling over with breathy exuberance, centered in the imagination but anchored in the relational points of who we meet and greet and love in our daily lives, Sara June Woods’ Don’t Smoke in Bed (Saucepot Publishing) is, simply put, a dream of a chapbook. The writing manages to be simultaneously raucous and thoughtful, comprised of statements that are essentially matter-of-fact but still somehow slightly whimsical in the way they are presented. “You are soft & clean,/& my hands are so dirty/from touching tires all day,/from my job as a tire toucher,” Woods writes in “Dear Understandable Thing,” for example. In truth, any number of jobs might involve touching tires, but are usually not described as such in whole, and thus the author involves the reader in something tongue-in-cheek, part of this not-so-silent invitation to enter a world in which we will discover as we consider the chapbook as…
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