Kevin Young

And almost, you know, to turn it into narrative is to lose a little bit of that flavor and that music that I think carries us through.

And there's, as you said, these kind of strange moments.

But it's also about the strangeness of being.

Here we are alive.

Yes.

In this, it would seem a strange place for her, but we're also, you know, the lambs, we're the self, we've brought ourselves with ourselves, but we're also a little bit apart, you know, and the couplets kind of make that almost literal.

Do you think that it's a question of – because for a second I thought you said being immortal, not being able.

And I love both of those ideas.

But here we are at this end, and I think you're exactly right.

I wonder if the poet or the self or however you want to – the speaker is ever really uncomfortable with it.

It's more that in the process –

It's this admission.

My belonging I remember rather than I discover or I learn.

It's kind of an epiphany but kind of also a remembering of this how cold I will be.

And that's an interesting last line, remember how cold I will be.

There's many ways of emphasis on it, but how cold I will be, how cold I will be, and this kind of being that goes on.

And again, this is this B sound, and maybe it's the B of being that she's playing with and thinking through.

And also kind of, I don't know, I don't feel like it's resignation at the end.

Do you think the lambs are symbolic, too, in that sort of mythology Christian notion of resurrection?

Interesting.