Regret is an uneven hand, a rough palm at the cheek — tender and calloused. — Lorna Dee Cervantes Copy Share Image
“The Body As Braille” He tells me “your back is so beautiful.” He traces my spine with his hand. I’m burning like… — Lorna Dee Cervantes Witch Copy Share Image
“I loved you with the scientific excuse of the lonely.” — Lorna Dee Cervantes Loneliness Copy Share Image
I thought poems were songs for people with bad voices. — Lorna Dee Cervantes Inspirational Copy Share Image
A man's whole life / may be a metaphor - but a woman's lot / is symbol. — Lorna Dee Cervantes Feminism Copy Share Image
