Tuesday, July 10, 2012

My Body Reads Like A Poem

[3 the womb]: the warmest garment/it grows like skin/the most comfortable room/it contains no furniture/the easiest house/it builds itself/the most generous country/where the climate’s always good/ let the world go into/its womb again/turn out the lights, enjoy the dark.
By: Harryette Mullen


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