Medium: silk, cotton, thread, screenprint on fabric, quilt battingWhile you wait
Become no
thing. Breathe in nothing
but air. Open your throat
to the sky like a chimney
clogged with nesting
sparrows.
Let your eyes be two
windows, but windows open
to a breeze that kisses
the curtains back.
And your ears? They are simply
ears. Let them do what
they do best—
listen, the conch shell sound
of traffic calling you home
here in your moving
body, your own
whispering sheet tent in the street-
lit dark.
—Nickole Brown
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