Fierce Departures: The Poetry of Dionne Brand

“It is worst during the night...

“It is worst during the night when the bombardment is most intense” look, where are the matches, no, don’t light a fire, the tap’s dripping precious, the electricity will soon come back, how far away is it now, the phosphorescent bodies, the tremulous wounded hallways she has to keep watch at the window of the television, she hears what is never shown, the details are triumphant, she’ll never be able to write them in time the paper now, and where’s the hair oil, the butter’s gone rancid, remember that cat we used to have, it disappeared the first day, lemons, remember to buy lemons The Poetry of Dionne Brand / 29 ...