Name (Chris Jones Poem)
His name has been ghosted over the fence, leaving an alias, burn, prison clothes. I'm half the man, he says, ...
His name has been ghosted over the fence, leaving an alias, burn, prison clothes. I'm half the man, he says, ...
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
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