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 skin like a snake, refusing to excuse my back for being big for being old for reaching toward other cuffs and sleeves. she cracked like a whip and fell apart, my terrible teacher to the end; to hell with the arms you want she hissed, be glad when you’re cold for the arms you have. (Lucille Clifton)
Yellow Mother 🫶🏻