Lady Lazarus
IN THE POEM “POST,” from her posthumously published collection, The Cipher, Molly Brodak writes:
The dead come back
not for you,
for themselves,
to hear their own stories
for the first time.
I couldn’t shake the feeling while reading Molly—writer Blake Butler’s anguished chronicle of the decade he and Brodak, his late wife, spent together—that she was listening in, and that she and I had surfaced from some underwater place to bear witness to Butler’s act of witnessing, to choke down his story of her life