Rae Armantrout’s newest book of poems, Conjure, will be published in September. (April 2020)

IN THE REVIEW

The Steps

I take a step back
and it’s like dancing.

But what would it mean
to “return to my roots”?

Is that what the flowers do
in September?

Everything

Everything reminds us of sex the way sex reminds us of everything it’s not. An apricot perhaps. Or the sunset’s bridesmaid chiffon. All fricatives. The dimpled, grassy hills west of the San Joaquin.