The Paris Review

Two Poems by Lucille Clifton

POEM TO MY YELLOW COAT

today i mourn my coat.my old potato.my yellow mother.my horse with buttons.my rind.today she split her skinlike a snake,refusing to excuse my backfor being bigfor being oldfor reaching toward othercuffs and sleeves.she cracked like a whip andfell apart,my terrible teacher to the end;to hell with the arms you wantshe hissed,be glad when you’re coldfor the arms you have.

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