oh shit ALSO
I found this book in the Poetry Center last week & my mind is blown. It's 541 pages & it's called

the battlefield
where the moon says i
love you

a poem
by frank stanford


a motherfucking poem. Long long longass lines & not a stanza break to be found. Here's the first few lines:

tonight the gars on the trees are swords in the hands of knights
the stars are like twenty-seven dancing russians and the wind
is I am waving goodbye to the casket of my first mammy
well that black cadillac drove right up to your front door
and the chauffeur was death
he knocked on the screen he said come on woman let's take a ride
he didn't even give you time to spit he didn't let you
take the iron out of your hair
you said his fingernails was made out of water moccasin bones
and his teeth was hollow he was an eggsucker
you said he reached up under your dress and got the nation sack
you said the conjure didn't work he didn't smell the salt in your shoes


I am in love srsly. How come no one ever told me?