Adam Falkner
I was a wack poet. An
open mic all star. Flash
and footwork and gum chew. […]
I was a wack poet. An
open mic all star. Flash
and footwork and gum chew. […]
There’s a woman on the roof and a woman on the sidewalk below,
each with their toes curled over the edge of a decision. […]
my tears tighten the noose. she reads from the packet. something about a point system. be good […]
It’s awkward. Me, a grown woman,
flipping quickly through the boys’
shirts at Gap Kids, fearing any interaction […]
We’re one zygote begging / for ejection that stops / this growth / this hunger / for snowglobed life // […]
He was dropped off,
aisle 9, International Foods,
eye level on a shelf […]
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