The Wheel of Fortune

Brenda Shaughnessy reads from her new book, Tanya. The body is an anemone, creature who knows when to hold them, know when to fold them and does not gamble like a gambler. This just made me think of something that you said about that first literature teacher mentor who showed you that works of literature can be universes. I just wonder after doing this seven times, how do you make space to make sure that universe is itself on its own terms? Like dealing with you as a poet at the place where you are now?