From My Classroom Window at the Prison, Before Students Arrive
Issue #138
Winter 2018-19
Because the blinds stay open, I see birds. I watch men watch those birds. Men monitoring flight paths and a soaring hunger for the crumbs they shouldn’t’ve pocketed from chow. The indifferent birds ask for nothing, yearn for nothing,...
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