notes at a poetry reading

Nov 17, 2013 roberto santiago: notes at a poetry reading Though their mouths don’t move, their brows unfurl, raise, and become impressed. I fight myself awake. Raise my weapon.Turn the page. Think about the lines that never made it out from of the wastebasket. The tin filled with fists, declarations of war, and key-changes. However, […]

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