Saturday, March 30, 2013

Sorrow’s Home


Sorrow’s Home



when I was a child
I knew encyclopedias
and dictionaries—
wire clothes hangers
beating on my skin

I looked the other way
as long as my playmates
groped me as if I were a girl
and I was nurtured
with wanderlust

I sought adventure
in the dark closet
where my stepfather
littered my pride and pain—
my old poverty

I was hopeful
for my people were λ children
floundering in dark clubs
trying hard to fashion
a better way

war raged
and peace burst out of flowers
we made love
on tropical nights
in palm jungles near the beach

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