I made this blackout back in 2010, but it came to mind last night when I was finishing up Malcolm Harris’s book about millennials, Kids These Days, and I read this sentence: “The First Amendment gives us the right to get together and complain until things change or we get too tired to keep going.”
EXPATRIATE
An arming scene of sorts:
Cutting strips of New York Times at lunch. (Thanks to Adam for the donation!)
A HAVEN FOR EVILDOERS
YOU MUST HAVE A PLAN
The soundtrack for this poem…