It is my intention to listen, but my hands
keep giggling while reminding me
I don’t get to be a human being
for very long, as if this were the punchline to a joke
whose first half I missed. I arrived too late.
I typically arrive about three years too late.
I wish I had been able to sit in that white,
aromatic kitchen and look you in the face,
but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
— Mikko Harvey, from "Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield," Let the World Have You
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Mikko Harvey
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Mikko Harvey, "Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield"
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wind-related ripple in the wheatfield by Mikko Harvey
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I wish I had been able to sit
in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face
but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
I was lingering inside the perspective
of the spider I noticed crawling
along the baseboard. You fried
an egg. Is it possible to change
who we basically are? Thank you for serving me cups of lemon tea
with honey in it. Even though such copious amounts of liquid
would no doubt drown the insect
I imagined myself to be, that was kind
of you.
— Mikko Harvey, from “Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield”
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Mikko Harvey - ”Wind-related Ripple In The Wheatfield”
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I typically arrive three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
“Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield,” Sixth Finch (Spring 2021)
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Wherever you are / is a country. Touch it softly / to make it stand still.
Mikko Harvey, from “Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield”
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