the problem with occupation
is it's not liberation. the occupied don't want
saving but sovereignty. the flying shoes were
screaming: how can you know a life when you
haven't walked a mile in the others' shoes?
the act was incredibly poetic.
I'm posting my drafts to readwritepoem and the PAD challenge. I'm working on the prompts for rwp. This one is PAD's fill in the blank prompt.