after Lucille Clifton
every morning i pull myself
from a night that was not elastic
and a pair of mouths filthy with sleep.
the high step down to carpet
is a burial.
and who are these people burying me
every night i dream you forgive me
say it you’re scared bitch say it
Nora Claire Miller is a rising senior at Hampshire College concentrating in poetry and archival studies. Nora’s work has appeared in H.O.W. Journal and The Reader.