“Our dead friend used to say when she reached menopause the swamp cleared from her mind the sun shone brightly for the first time since girlhood she could think clearly things were outlined as if in lights a dog was a dog and a man was only a man ~ Imprisoned in the arms of Eros you relax you blur yo…”— Alicia Suskin Ostriker, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Menopause, taxis, Paradise