NEEDLEWRITER

Peek through the eye of a needle


POEM “Scream”

I thought
Quentin saved Benji
"The family didn't care"
I thought Popay was
Marcel Proust
And that he
Had no Sanctuary
And that The Wild Palms
Will bloom
When there's Light.
"So we all screamed, together"
"And were furious about it."


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