Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

These days, our dreams are red and raging. We are learning to dwell in tight spaces, learning to dream with lower cases, learning to direct our tongues to lie still and listen. 

In the poem night vision by Lucille Clifton, she imagines a girl tired and in a tight space. She could either stay tired within the tight space. Or she could stay content knowing her hands will never stretch further than her bones will allow. I imagine she chooses contentment and perhaps even dreaming that even if she sleeps, even if her exhausted eyes shuts down and sleep the dreams she dreams while tired and in tight spaces are simply sterling.