it is all blood and breaking, <br />blood and breaking, the thing <br />drops out of its box squalling <br />into the light. they are both squalling, <br />animal and cage. her bars lie wet, open <br />and empty and she has made herself again <br />out of flesh out of dictionaries, <br />she is always emptying and it is all <br />the same wound the same blood the same breaking.<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-understands-me/
