[wondering what] and Other Haiku
wondering what the flying flock … overhead crows […]
wondering what the flying flock … overhead crows […]
They used books as weapons.
This is not a metaphor.
Because there were no blankets and they were cold,
the men in cell block L threw books
with intent to do bodily harm.
They rained down from above.
There is an earth inside you and he howls until his feet pierce the space between your hips. You
There is a heavy sucking when the door swings open and a dull clank when it locks. The men enter