Tag: toni_morrison

He swore later that he did not fall asleep
But what kind of message is that?
Moving, moving, all the time moving
There are no windows
It was not a story to pass on
She opened the door, walked in and locked it tight behind her
You are my face; I am you
He went to the window and wanted to cry
Nothing was in that shed, he knew, having been there early that morning
She had been dreaming it for years
Breathing and murmuring, breathing and murmuring
Just let me feel your fingers again on the back of my neck
I walked here. A long, long, long, long way
Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
Come here. I want to show you something
I just want to get out alive and breathing
When night came he just sat, at the foot of a tree