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Where you read it first | Saturday, December 9, 2023

Advice from Dead Poets (and Some Living): Robin Coste Lewis on interpreting text messages

“His messages became… curt,” a friend explained to me over coffee, shrugging her shoulders. She was describing a shift that had taken place in an undefined relationship: the trailing-off in text messages that often signals the end of knowing the person.

“Summer, contemporary poet Robin Coste Lewis "I pretended as if I did not see them, nor understand what I knew to be circling inside me. Instead, every hour I told my son to stop with his incessant back-chat. I peeled a banana.  And cursed God — His arrogance, His gall — to still expect our devotion after creating love. And mosquitoes. I showed my son the papery dead skins so he could know, too, what it feels like when something shows up at your door — twice — telling you what you already know.” “Voyage of the Sable Venus” (2015