WIDOWS, ORPHANS, AND PRISONERS
This is Temporary: 3 of 8
From the 2024 Collection "Sixteen Odes From a Toad's Repose"
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics,
the signal clear, it rang through my throat
so loudly I frightened myself:
RESPECT!
I remember how often my Grandmother would cry
for her daughter—
It was real pain.
I remember being a runaway,
I slept wherever so long as not home.
And I hold the cold, laborious
places people are kept,
forget not they—
Shuttering before each blink
I am never free the company of the martyrs,
I am present within the vilest condition.
Forget them not,
nothing is ever easy for anyone,
tyrant.
