Poet: Jillian Weise
The thing about him is
he keeps being the thing. You could never count on him. I did. It never stopped raining and I could, it was honest, tell.
Would you like to be in the same decade with me? Would you like to be caught dead with me?
Behind the book:
“Most of the poems were written in the southernmost city in the world: Ushuaia. I spent months down there, watching the ships go out to Antarctica, smoking two packs a day, and listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival at the pub. (The bartender played CCR at midnight every night.) Yet my poems kept returning to a triangular relationship back in the States. I was reading a lot of Juan Ruiz, Alejandra Pizarnik, and Antonio Porchia. The locals kept saying, ‘Why are you still here? What are you doing?’ ”
Who is your ideal reader and why?
“Anyone who has said goodbye and not meant it. Anyone who has said, ‘Don’t you ever call me again,’ and then waited for the phone to ring. Also, my tribe: anyone with a prosthetic, anyone who plugs into the wall at night.”