Obscurity and Regret
By C.D. Wright
The hand without the glove screws down the lid
on the jar of caterpillars, but the apple trees
are already infested. The sun mottles
the ground. The leaves are half-dead.
A shoe stomps the larvae streaming
onto the lawn as if putting out a cigarette on a rug.
It was a stupid idea. It was a stupid thing to say
the thought belonging to the body says to its source
stomping on the bright-green grass as it spills its sweet guts.
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From this week's New Yorker.
In addition to displays like this collection of Dolls of the World...
...there's a table of Barbies, Kens, and their clothes to play with! (And posters about the history of Barbie and her controversial position among female icons; anyone who wants to read my take on this can look up my Barbie Tarot.)
And she was pleased by all the Darth Vader items, too. Here we are with Lin in the room with the main Star Wars collection.
And here is
She was very impressed by the size of Batman's package. Er, I meant statue.
Batman is a popular figure all over the museum. Here is a cardboard standee from the movies with the Bromo-Seltzer clock tower out the window.
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