This poem, Don't You Wonder, Sometimes? by Tracy K. Smith is killing me. Listen to this:
" the life
In which I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky
Thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands
Even if it burns."
In which I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky
Thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands
Even if it burns."
and this:
"The future isn’t what it used to be. Even Bowie thirsts
For something good and cold. Jets blink across the sky
Like migratory souls."
and I won't even ruin the end. Just get at it.
