Friday, January 18, 2013

We call it a ribcage
from all the words we own,
we choose to describe our casings
as prisons and trammels
for a wild thing to be put behind bars
with no grace of enclosure,
no sense of stature.
Language is a thing of the mind,
and in the stumbling of its choices,

it makes clear who is afraid
of the hunger of the heart.

Claire Salcedo

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