Good night, Willie Lee, I'll see you in the morning: poems

Did this happen to your mother? Did your sister throw up a lot?

More love to his life.

Gift.

Never offer your heart to someone who eats hearts.

Threatened.

My husband says.

Confession.

The instant of our parting.

He said:

The last time.

After the shrink.

At first.

Janie Crawford.

Moody.

Now that the book is finished.

Having eaten two pillows.

Light baggage.

On stripping bark from myself.

Early losses: a requiem.

In Uganda an early king.

Forgive me if my praises.

The abduction of saints.

Malcolm.

(In answer to your silly question).

Streaking (a phenomeonon following the sixties).

"'Women of color' have rarely had the opportunity to write about their love affairs"

Facing the way.

Talking to my grandmother who died poor (while hearing Richard Nixon declare "I am not a crook.")

January 10, 1973.

Your soul shines.

Forgiveness.

Even as I hold you.

"Good night, Willie Lee, I'll see you in the morning."