i was there

(Looking back, this poet does wonder how she was allowed to walk freely back out of some of the scenarios she’d walked herself into)


in an isolated
back country living room
tellin’ a buncha
one percenters
no I’m not gonna kill
that insect


The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:


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