wednesday’s words

by beeprint

the storm threw me off this week.
so you get a poem on wednesday instead of monday.
lucille clifton is one of my favorites. i love how clearly she can write a truth in a few short lines. enjoy.

by Lucille Clifton
who would believe them winged
who would believe they could be

beautiful    who would believe
they could fall so in love with mortals

that they would attach themselves
as scars attach and ride the skin

sometimes we hear them in our dreams
rattling their skulls    clicking

their bony fingers
they have heard me beseeching

as i whispered into my own
cupped hands    enough    not me again

but who can distinguish
one human voice

amid such choruses
of desire