Daily Action Today I call my representative. I call the one who represents my representative: Representative, you floating somewhere over my shoulder, crow on the telephone line, squat black span of my hand in the polis, what little mark do I make on the white landscape of this world that asks for my blood and […]

via Five Poems by Liza Flum — Heavy Feather Review

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