days I’m so angry I can’t breathe in a small town that cinches round me like a noose, narrow sidewalks, narrow minds but I
days I’m so angry I can’t breathe in a small town that cinches round me like a noose, narrow sidewalks, narrow minds but I
old orange ball bounces up from the gutter into the gap sky whitens bird cries crackle along wire— I am not sun when I