raining nights
in bloody 1846 ...
a Mexican yells out
we didn’t cross the border
the border crossed us
Ribbons, 8:3, Winter 2013
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
-
*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
...
