Tag: prison writing
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What’s left
When the gulfsbetween youand everything elsebecome absoluteand the terrorsof the inconsequentialare unsheathed,silly little things.here is how it should be.how it once was.perhapshow it could be,could have been.When it endswill it be enough to haveknownwhat was possible?It will have to beIt will have to be.silly littlethings This poem was published in the PEN America Zine –…
