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