poem: they told the girl

they told the girl: you are not

going anywhere, you are going to sit

in the dark

for the rest of your sorry sad life. you are

just like a balkan rat,

boring out the eyes of your kin,

hissing and scratching and screaming

in the night,

and all the little children, their lacy bare

feet pattering on soviet

cement floors, go

running to their mothers

when they hear you

when they see you.


and the girl


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