The desires of mothers to please others in letters

by Bernadette Mayer

This one is all adventure in the event, a scaling of the exigent, an act of utter tell beyond the call. In contingency detail, at hypnagogic rates, she meets you in mind of a reckoning. Here is the endlessly inclusive Bernadette, the one from whom comes. And so at last these once secret letters are addressed to everyone. Clark Coolidge.