but this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself thin
between these bones –
I live here.
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself thin
between these bones –
I live here.
— Lisel Mueller, from “A Nude by Edward Hopper,” Poetry July 1967 (via amargedom)
























