"[Edith Zimmerman: Is there a word for that little whoosh of silence that comes at the end of a poem? That moment when everyone mentally cocks their head, like, ‘ahh.’]
Eileen Myles: Great observation. It’s like the inter poem. It’s where you need to let the stillness hold it all. It’s cool. Sip. That’s what we do."
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