Tag: Anne M. Carson

  • Muscle Memory

    Muscle Memory

    By Anne M. Carson,   The dog’s legs twitch where she lies on the rug, remembering, we say, her run in the park, leaping and loping in the forever freedom of imagination’s paddock. In bed your flung arm drapes my hip, hand clenching and releasing in rapid succession. Pulses of energy fire into the night.…