you did to get here.”
“The first white girl I had sex with
never accused me of rape,
though her father did.”
“Interstate 410 before eight a.m.”
“Naked in wax, nothing really moves or matters.”
“gotta be some lesser god shooting
“an inferior little man in the shadows of the great one”
“In a far city, the daughter found a room
with a bed, a bookcase, a cupboard and desk.”
Mike James dreams.
“Sanctuary” by James J. Duncan
A poem by Rebecca Schumejda.