I’ll Build Us a Home – poems – Emily Paige Wilson
I’ll Build Us a Home
poems – Emily Paige Wilson
Finishing Line Press, 2018
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I was soft, and my other was vivid. Check my pulse, and I’ll check yours. Oh, these early games. These asks, asked by children, of the wrist and of the hand. Detail is the orphaned builder. Home a framed dislocation. I’ve come to say as such by way of Emily Paige Wilson’s I’ll Build Us a Home, a book of nervous transit, a work that frames the letter sent back twice by the shape that loneliness adopts. In verses deepened by domestic otherness and blessed with handmade hiatuses, Wilson knows shelter as a thing brought inside by one or two spells said by those who’ve chosen to recite passage to hallways while giving space to rooms. This is a worried and inviting art, and captures the wildness in the wanting to be safe not…
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