found poem: Guernica, by Jaswinder Bolina
None of it is ghastly. Not the hot nickel in the earhole, not the molars on the awning, not the shrapnel in the nieces. Waziristan is a ripped meniscus. Yemen […]
None of it is ghastly. Not the hot nickel in the earhole, not the molars on the awning, not the shrapnel in the nieces. Waziristan is a ripped meniscus. Yemen […]