A review by enteka
Short Film Starring My Beloved's Red Bronco: Poems by K. Iver

3.0

It's tired of hearing that everything
worked out, didn't it? Tired of hearing
the mother loved the child. So much.
Everyone says so. Everyone who knows 
that, on an April weekend, the mother
left me, the child, in her very first bedroom
whose door opened--while the child slept--
to a grandfather's outline. Don't think
this poem wants to stay in that bedroom.
It wants to swaddle the impossible
contours of joy. It's tired of hearing 
joy is possible. It wants joy.