Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes. Here’s the little dressmaker on her knees at your feet, mouth full of pins: fixing you in the dummy’s image. Your belled satin shivers like a goblet of fizzled brut– You wanted it late in life, happiness, wanted little family but after the kids grew up. Like a saint on herContinue reading “Poets Loved: Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes.”