Trapped in a World That Looks Like it Doesn’t Even Exist

by | Jun 7, 2022 | Issue Twenty Seven, Poetry

The prison sits behind the apple orchard, bright curlicues of razor wire peeking through the leaves. It gives me a bad feeling but I have so many bad feelings and dark circles under my eyes. You don’t look so good, say my parents, friends, bus drivers, teachers, and strangers.

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