In the Quiet by featured artist Jamila Clarke
Loneliness Came Inside My Home, Unpacked Its Things
I sat on the floor in a blue room choking
on emotions, confessing sadness to the cake falling
down my throat, wondering
how I have come to hate winter
when it snows such beautiful white flowers.
It’s the way I’ve neatly folded the laundry over and over.
It’s the way fear visits me twice, and courage once.
It’s the way I move alone at night.
It’s how they catch me dreaming,
and step over my body.