Featured Poem: A Question of Climate

By Audre Lorde

I learned to be honest

the way I learned to swim

dropped into the inevitable

my father’s thumbs in my hairless armpits

about to give way

I am trying

to surface   carefully


the water’s shadow-legged musk

cannons of salt   exploding

my nostrils’ rage

and for years

my powerful breast stroke

was a declaration of war.

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