Joanna S Lee’s most recent poem to appear here was catching up (March 2012).
us
By Joanna S Lee
like good philosophers we
don’t share toothpaste or
histories but
squeeze what’s left
of our souls
into the opening of
an hour, hold naked
hands with our nightmares and
our jealousies & talk
them down from ledges
where they dream of
escape.
wow, i like this one!
“hold naked hands…talk them down from ledges..”. My nightmares and jealousies need all of this! So this poem spoke to me, and to them. Very effective.
This is amazing. The line breaks are genius. Beautiful.