Dans la Direction de Paris ...

we’re barely a week old, and drying up so fast no one can guarantee the roots you put down will thrive. Let me show off a bit with names like Savannah, named for a tribe of people whose land we built ...

Jay Hopler died last week. Illness streaks across this poem from his final collection — but also love. By Jay Hopler Selected by Victoria Chang I always remember these lines in Jay Hopler’s debut book ...