Feb 12, 2020
Small Container, Fury
Rembrandt paints his carcass of beef. You see a little blood near the poppies and don’t think of detachment. Humbert and his girl are driving across America. One has a thirst so unslakeable, one walks right into the river. How exciting spring is! and how errant, holding out love and death like a platter of the daintiest cakes. As I do my work, I think, let me topple, wear thin. Let the world eat me, but then, let the world sob, not me.
--Sandra Lim, “Small Container, Fury” is from The Wilderness (W.W. Norton, 2014).