Recent years have seen a proliferation of feminist writers who are taking up questions about language, spectatorship, and the orders of power implicit in the gaze. More now than ever, poets are telling us where to look, as well as refusing, restructuring, and renegotiating the terms of the gaze.
I’m drawn to tiny things. In the Matchstick Marvels museum in Gladbrook, IA, I was captivated by a model of Hogwarts, an elaborate many-towered and turreted castle made of more than 600,000 matchsticks. At Dinky’s Diner in Reeds Spring, MO, my family used to stop for miniature hot dogs,