there are (no) "tapes"
of our conversations ...
in shadowy peace
I go out and take a leak
as a crow stares at me
Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017
A Room of My Own: Land of the Un/Free
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*Between Heaven and Hell*, IX
*my body, my choice *
penetrating the distant chants
of *U-S-A!*
I gaze at Lady Liberty’s
forward-facing charge
to the clicki...
