Perhaps we are always hurtling our bodies toward
the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love
from the speeding passage of time,— Ada Limón, from “The Leash,” The Carrying
Perhaps we are always hurtling our bodies toward
the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love
from the speeding passage of time,— Ada Limón, from “The Leash,” The Carrying