The New York Times – by Jon Pineda and Victoria Chang
I first read this poem on Twitter, and even though it’s a simple poem about grief, it stayed with me. I’m fascinated by the way that it discloses so much in its title, showing how a title can get important information out of the way so that the poem can breathe on its own. Yet the reader doesn’t know what the “task” is until the third stanza. This poem is an example of how abundant emotions can be conveyed by stripping language down to the bone. Selected by Victoria Chang
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