They
tried to elongate my canal
by spreading my legs in the concrete inlet.
Rip out what's inside because
it can't float
in a tiny body
bag
fastened
with more concrete.
Rip out what's inside because
it can't float
in a tiny body
bag
fastened
with more concrete.
(I feel wedged in the middle
of two groups
that both use
their own concrete
and try to force it
upon me...)...
of two groups
that both use
their own concrete
and try to force it
upon me...)...
The 20th Anniversary Issue of Unlikely Stories has arrived and includes three collaborative poems by j/j hastain and I, as well as creative tons of other poetry/art/stories and more!!!
The lines above are from j/j and I's poem, "Concrete Entrenchment".
