Florilegium: Boy, Snow, Bird

Helen Oyeyemi is the newest addition to my list of favorite writers. Her books are mysterious, magical, disturbing, and beautiful. Boy Snow Bird is the first novel I read by her, and this found poem was really difficult to put together because her prose is already so poetic and spare. I'm not totally satisfied with it, but here it is.

Death isn’t anything to run toward, 

    doesn’t stop me

but it certainly isn’t anything to run from

    wishing you were my bad luck.

I’ve always wanted to know 

    somewhere along the line there’ll be weirdness

what kind of person the name was supposed to 

    stick with it ’til the end and

help me grow up, either.

Novel with calendula