how to live with it

I have a poem up here at Dark Sky Magazine! It's always exciting to see my words out in the world. There are some italics and stanza breaks in the original that don't seem to be appearing online, but that doesn't make it any less cool to see. I don't want to use a birthing metaphor, but, well, let's just say it's nice to see my poems take on a life of their own. They's all growns up now! (If there were any question remaining, yes, I am a total dork.)

sorrows

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

envying our crackling hair
our spice filled flesh

they have heard me beseeching
as I whispered into my own

cupped hands         enough not me again
enough          but who can distinguish

one human voice
amid such choruses of     desire

~Lucille Clifton