who would believe them winged

sorrows
Lucille Clifton, 1936 – 2010

who would believe them winged
who would believe they could be

beautiful       who would believe
they could fall so in love with mortals

that they would attach themselves
as scars attach and ride the skin

sometimes we hear them in our dreams
rattling their skulls       clicking

their bony fingers
they have heard me beseeching

as i whispered into my own
cupped hands       enough       not me again

but who can distinguish
one human voice

amid such choruses
of desire

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