Elizabeth Alexander
- Suzannah Grace Sese-Khalid
- Jun 22, 2017
- 1 min read
I avoided sleep for years, up at night replaying evening news stories about nearby jailbreaks, fat people who ate fried chicken and woke up dead. In sleep I am looking for poems in the shape of open V’s of birds flying in formation, or open arms saying, I forgive you, all.
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