For the Stranger by Carolyn Forché
There is only tonight, and tomorrow. There is only that one winking star, the long silent street. There is only my hand, and yours. There is only your name, and mine. There is only this, and here. For the Stranger Carolyn Forché Although
Taking Off My Clothes by Carolyn Forché
Wishing I could live in the library. Borrowing is not enough. Each time I return a book, I almost wish I don't. Taking Off My Clothes Carolyn Forché I take off my shirt, I show you. I shaved the hair out under my arms. I