In her essay Think of This as a Window Maggie Estep wrote “I fell in love with New York City one day in 1971 when I saw dozens of people blithely stepping over a dead body on the side walk.”I read that today in The New York Times, in Maggie Estep’s obituary. A novelist, a blogger and a performer of poetry she died on Wednesday after a heart attack. Maybe her heart couldn’t take anymore.
You might see what I am alluding to in one of her poems:
To hell with sticking my head in the oven
I’m ridiculously vengenfully happy
I’m ripped apart by sunshine
I’m cutting off all of my limbs
I’m doing circus tricks with a fork.
Happy Valentines Day Maggie, I’ll miss you in the world.