She was a poet
sticks and stones
point blank
may break my bones
and a mother -
airbag drenched in blood;
stuffed animals, hanging limp from the glove box
but words
"domestic terrorism..."
"violently, willfully, and viciously ran over the ICE Officer..."
can never hurt me
She is dead.
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Robyn Hood Black
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Ruth has the Roundup today at there is no such thing as a godforsaken town, featuring a poet from these parts who is a dear friend of dear friends of ours, and whom I've had the pleasure of meeting - J. Drew Lanham. Thanks for hosting, Ruth.