Tapwater Coffee
They took away our coffee pots; You know the type: Big forty-cup, with chrome, The kind you’d never use at home. They said a weapon Potentially lurked there, Were it heaved or water thrown. More
Panopticon
So again this vista is eroding. The buildings dim. The women doze in their Steel and stone barns, their toil Having been state approved, the sheets Bleached harmless and stacked on the tables By… More
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