Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Self-Portrait as Hereboy, Sethe’s Dog in Beloved

Worried my love’s not worth much, but I always
come when called. Ain’t my name your favorite
command? No need to raise your hand. How
long you plan on marauding me with meak
mercies: I’m still bandaged from your last love:
dogged years I’ve knelt at your lap: tongue out,
eyes wet and for what: when it’s not your hands
on me, it’s your dead come ready to wind up
and wound.

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Saeed Jones

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This Little Light of Mine Speaks	Crystal Valentine	07/24/2020
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a brief meditation on breath	Yesenia Montilla	07/21/2020
Assume the Position	Jive Poetic	07/20/2020
Hope.	Alice Dunbar-Nelson	07/19/2020
Dream and the Song	James D. Corrothers	07/18/2020

Title

Author

Date

After Robert Fuller

Cheryl Boyce-Taylor

07/27/2020