Write with What You Have

By | 7 May 2025

My mother never was political
One day after six months
our public housing flat olid —
rats cockroaches crooks —
she filled an envelope
addressed to
the Department full with dead roaches.

later we lived in a cul de sac
and sat at night armed with
thrifted hockey sticks
that wouldn’t
protect.

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