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
ramshackle
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:

https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts

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