A review by msalameh
The Book of Light by Lucille Clifton

5.0

"i am used to the heft of it
sitting against my rib,
used to the ridges of forest,
used to the way my thumb
slips into the sea as i pull
it tight. something is sweet
in the thick odor of flesh
burning and sweating and bearing young.
i have learned to carry it
the way a poor man learns
to carry everything."
- atlas
Lucille Clifton

one of the best poetry collections ever to exist

"You kiss my brother mouth.
the rest is silence."