she swept up

the whole scene

the squashed cockroach, the frenzy of feasting ants, black and beady.

when the broom hit

all the living things were ignited

like atoms instantly hot.

she dropped the meal in the dirt behind the kitchen

and the chaos dissipated

the source of death was gone

to be dealt with in nature’s quarters.


“love liberates”

Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says, ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to hear your voice in my ear. But that’s not possible now, so I love you. Go. – Maya Angelou