This is my knee, since she touches me there. This is my throat, as defined by her reaching. I am touched—I am.
— Natalie Diaz, from “isn’t the air also a body, moving?” to Ada Limón, published in The New Yorker
From January through September of 2017, the poets Natalie Diaz and Ada Limón conducted an inspired and collaborative correspondence. The resulting poem-letters reveal, as most missives do, their writers’ lives, but also a time and a place. Read (and listen to) their correspondence here.
