| These poems they are things that I do in the dark reaching for you whoever you are and are you ready? These words they are stones in the water running away These skeletal lines they are desperate arms for my longing and love. I am a stranger learning to worship the strangers around me whoever you are whoever I may become. Copyright © 2017 June Jordan from We're On: A June Jordan Reader (Alice James Books, 2017). Used with permission of the publisher. |
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