TITLE

[If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin]

AUTHOR(S)
WILLIAMS, PHILLIP B.
PUB. DATE
April 2013
SOURCE
Meridians: Feminism, Race, Transnationalism;2013, Vol. 11 Issue 2, p241
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The poem "[If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin]," by Phillip B. Williams is presented. First Line: If I am of rib marrow, boil me thin; Last Line: to break.
ACCESSION #
87540890

 

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