Poetry
After Sappho
M. A. Roberts
It is the Muse
who has caused this
horny bone to protrude
from
my
head
The wilder the shapely
cartilage
becomes
firmer I possess
a kind of fist
plumbing the depths of a heart
that dams
Too long this wilder-
ness persists—
Here Black Sappho
me
come
Kiss!