This Week, I Read Mary Kasimor: disrobing iris

Image Credit: Thomas William via Unsplash “you continued dancing for the pleasure of night’s/invisible black silk/with only your hips you showed the mountains/how to dance/in their moon of rock and dust/here in the night/you grow old like a moonstone,” the speaker says in Mary Kasimor’s book of poems, disrobing iris. The poems in this book…