She Is
Nov 6 · 1 min read
for Jenny Justice

She is poetry—the rock, the knee exposed,
left freshly scraped and red and hovering
so close to sunlight’s mouth it cauterizes clean;
she lives in syllables, reads each one so loud,
she throws them down, like unrepentant gloves
that fling below the signal, through the noise,
to levy low their hook the moment
when they dare to touch the ground
© Guérin Asante 2019. All rights reserved.


