Lorna Dee Cervantes

Regret is an uneven hand, a rough palm at the cheek — tender and calloused.

— Lorna Dee Cervantes

“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

“I loved you with the scientific excuse of the lonely.”

— Lorna Dee Cervantes

I thought poems were songs for people with bad voices.

— Lorna Dee Cervantes

A man's whole life / may be a metaphor - but a woman's lot / is symbol.

— Lorna Dee Cervantes