Who's Going to Love the Dying Girl?

<p>WHO'S GOING TO LOVE THE DYING GIRL? by Bree Rolfe is a revolutionary debut poetry collection touching on society loss illness and learning to grasp with things that cannot be changed. Rolfe executes verse with precision and fierceness:</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><h2>Desert Tarot</h2><p><br></p><p>and this is where </p><p>people come </p><p>to forget </p><p>their mothers</p><p> </p><p>we envy darkness</p><p>noble devilish</p><p>in its necessity</p><p> </p><p>leaves like tap</p><p>dancers skittered </p><p>across stone slabs</p><p>landed at the feet</p><p>of strange cacti </p><p> </p><p>we are blind</p><p>powerless </p><p>in this blaze</p><p> </p><p>your grace failed </p><p>when you needed </p><p>to bury a memory </p><p>in a shallow </p><p>grave in West Texas</p><p> </p><p>we are burnt</p><p>limitless</p><p>in our catharsis</p><p> </p><p>you delved too far </p><p>reoriented yourself </p><p>beneath too much sky</p><p>saw everything </p><p>it contained</p><p> </p><p>a cup held </p><p>by a hand </p><p>that reached</p><p>from heavens </p><p>and stretched </p><p>warnings </p><p>in the offing</p><p> </p><p>we are not </p><p>the salamander </p><p>who can pass through </p><p>fire unscathed</p><p> </p><p>but each cloud </p><p>contained wings</p><p>and you intend </p><p>to wear a crown </p><p>of your haunted </p><p>thoughts</p>