today: georgia – cold

it’s the screams,white massage parlor wallspainted with spatters of red – pop, pop, pop – black hair matted against cold forehead – how long as it been – pain, it’s the pain, burning ice-cold, ice-hot,eyes forever closed, lost to the gates of heaven – or is it hell here? where Americansattack their own? have weContinue reading “today: georgia – cold”

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