“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.” HomeBodyDesireSleepChildhood Book:The Private Life: Poems Source: The Private Life: Poems
“I want to celebrate these elms which have been spared by the plague, these survivors of a once flourishing tribe commemorated by all the Elm Streets in America. But to celebrate them is to be silent about the people who sit and sleep underneath them, the homeless poor who are hauled away by the city like trash, except it has no place to dump them. To speak of one thing is to suppress another.” PeopleWantHas BeensAmericaSpeakSleepPoorCitiesOne ThingStreetsSilentCelebrateSurvivorHomelessTribesTrashPlagueDumpFlourishing Author:Lisel Mueller
