“If everyone was standing outside my door, there would be people six deep between my door and the brick wall that separates the apartment complex from the parking lots and roads of this suddenly populated land.”
self-published on Hi
17 July 2013
A class exercise with cut-up poems.
A class trip to the University of Arizona Poetry Center and child-safe scissors, glue sticks, and old postcards purchased at Bookmans led to this poem I self-published on Hi, Craig Mod’s image and story website, now defunct but archived.