Iris Jamahl Dunkle: Two Poems
Let the rain spell out a truth on the tin roof above our sleeping heads
Let the rain spell out a truth on the tin roof above our sleeping heads
Let the rain spell out a truth on the tin roof above our sleeping heads
This is not a story in your mind. You were really that girl. She was already you.
swimming laps/the pool full/of unspoken words
Oh, but she did not love Bees. She felt no desire for honey.