[If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin]
- [If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin]
If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin til my bones broth his bath water.
But if, as he, I am of mud, of clay, bake me solid. Allow me,
with my own will, to break. [End Page 241]
Phillip B. Williams
Phillip B. Williams is a Chicago, Illinois native. Recently, he won Bloom’s inaugural chapbook competition in poetry for his manuscript “Bruised Gospels.” He is a Cave Canem graduate and received a Bread Loaf work-study scholarship in 2011. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Callaloo, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Blackbird and others. Phillip is currently poetry editor of the online journal Vinyl Poetry.
