“Everyone loves Dottie,” a professor of mine said years ago when he lent me Dorothea Lasky’s first full-length collection, AWE. I took it home and read it under lamplight. I read it again. I carried it under my arm and folded it into jacket pockets. “AWE?” he emailed me months later. I hate it when people don’t return borrowed books. I gave it back to him. I read all of Lasky’s work after this, carried her books with me like appendages, lent them to friends and asked for them back.
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