Imagine the beautiful surprise this morning when we received today’s Poem-A-Day (from poets.org) and it was from our dear friend and incredible poet Sara Borjas. It’s called “Lies I Tell” and you should all read it. Here’s an excerpt, followed by a link to the whole piece:
As a girl, my mother slept in a shack with no windows and one door: that is the truth. My grandma would slam windows: truth. A mother’s hands are stronger than God: truth. We often use fruit to describe a bruise, like plum or blackberry: truth. My mother’s window blackberried: truth. My mother’s door peached: truth. She loves peaches: that is the truth. My father could not stand them in our house: that is the truth
