Birds strung on high-tension wires,
my tongue heavy in its thick hot nest,
I slip out.
— the opening lines of “City Aubade” by Vanesha Pravin (MFA ’09), appearing at Slate as this week’s Tuesday Poem pick. There is an interesting appendage following the text of the poem proper, a discussion where Pravin dove into the comments section to engage regular forum contributors and other readers in an exchange of interpretations and insights. Pravin has poems forthcoming in Callaloo and Many Mountains Moving, and teaches at the University of California-Merced.
