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© 2025 Daniella Toosie-Watson. First published in The Paris Review (the Daily, May 2020) and included in What We Do with God (Haymarket 2025).

Daniella Toosie-Watson (she/they) is a poet, visual artist, and educator from New York whose work has appeared in The Atlantic, The Paris Review, Callaloo, Virginia Quarterly Review, Poet Lore, The Cincinnati Review, and elsewhere. Daniella received their MFA from the University of Michigan Helen Zell Writers’ Program.
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I love this poem–and that ending!
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Isn’t she great?
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O so simply beautiful
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Thanks, Renee. I love Daniella’s poems. So clear and musical.
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Ah . . . . .
Thank you.
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A sense of place and self in a discombobulated world. More power to her. As I read the poem, am listening to Amy Winehouse’s album Back to Black for the first time. Those transitional songs into our present merge well with Toosie-Watson’s self-exploration. Wonder what she would think?
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Thanks, Jim. I like the bold moves of this poem.
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the clear voice of this poem, I so appreciate it, the way the poem unequivocally belongs to itself. “There is no one here to tell her…”
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Well-said, Moudi!
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