Sometimes, Nikki Giovanni
sometimes
when i wake up
in the morning
and see all the faces
i just can’t
breathe
August 2009
8 posts
Losers
by Carl Sandburg
If I pass the burial spot of Nero
I shall say to the wind, “Well, well”-
I who have fiddled in a world on fire,
I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.
Autumn Poems, Nikki Giovanni
the heat
you left with me
last night
still smolders
the wind catches
your scent
and refreshes
my senses
i am a leaf
falling from your tree
upon which i was
impaled
“
What happened in our house taught my brothers how to leave, how to walk down a sidewalk without looking back.
I was the girl. What happened taught me to follow him, whoever he was, calling and calling his name.
” —Marie Howe