The restrooms offered shelter
Some leaves made a bed, Karl
Propped his body in
A stall, then listened to night noises,
His thoughts of suicide fading,
Hunger and rest primary,
His head lolling, his hopes
For escape tied to revenge.
But where would he go?
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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