There’s a name for the animal
love makes of us—named, I think,
like rain, for the sound it makes.
Nicole Sealey, from “Object Permanence,” published in The American Poetry Review (via lifeinpoetry)love makes of us—named, I think,
like rain, for the sound it makes.
(Source: aprweb.org, via lesbiantahani)
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