“Call my tongue a crown
of thorns, a patch of nettles sunk deep in an arm.
I’ve found every sparrow God has forgotten
to watch over. I’ve wreathed them in briars
and hung them from the back fence. They say
they’re tired of singing. They sang only to be noticed.
I am noticing. They are noticed.”
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Roger Reeves, “Self-Portrait as Ernestine ‘Tiny’ Davis,” published in Blackbird (via bostonpoetryslam)
Published on January 23, 2015 07:16