I am here–
No hands to grasp
the prickly air
or
limbs that long
for impossible
love–
But
I
am
here
— a face stuffed
with pale, white
mud
–so that the world
will never get in
or out
of me.
-“Where I am Today” Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
I am here–
No hands to grasp
the prickly air
or
limbs that long
for impossible
love–
But
I
am
here
— a face stuffed
with pale, white
mud
–so that the world
will never get in
or out
of me.
-“Where I am Today” Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
The Show Tell Project 