Last Child to Come Inside

These are poignant, at times strangely quirky entries into a world filled with sharpness, the sense of imminent danger, and a sensual urge that seems to sweep all danger before it. The border between exterior and interior life is diffuse. One can find oneself in unexpected places. Two little girls in yellow dresses who are never seen again, Jesus and Elvis vacationing in Bermuda, a town after the fair has gone, women showering after a swim, Picasso becoming a red velvet dress: these are just a few of the images conjured in Michelle's first collection. There is also the expressed silence of what is not known, nor brought to light, a darkness that this poet loves and that has often been the reason why she is the last child to come inside.