Articles in Kathleen Eull
NORMAL PEOPLE DRINK WARM MILK
Tonight smells like April
Awake and coming hard against
March spaces—
Forward insistence falling
Upon those wakeful and reaching,
Touching the way to intersect
Before and Not Yet;
Navigating unseen language
Barefoot, yes!
Normal people stand in slippers
To drink a glass of warm milk—
Eat their days in tiny slices.
- Kathleen Eull

