Thursday Poetry Post: The Weight of Nothing

She’s got a good hunch the exercise might quiet all that shriek and clatter trapped between her ears.

Hi! Happy Thursday. Glad to be here. Earlier this week, I encountered this poem by Amy Uyematsu for the first time. I’m sad to say it was in a thread of memorial posts – Uyematsu died on June 23, at the age of 76. This is how I learn about a lot of writers. It’s a sad introduction but still one I’m grateful for.

The poem is long, so I divided it into a …