In Praise of Selima Hill

Look at this poem by Selima Hill.

I didn’t so much read it as feel runover by it. It stalked me from the page. It lured me. And I just kept staring at it and re-reading it. I shared it on my pages. And people commented. They felt seen. And heard. They were floored. They were in awe. It is really something. And just six lines.