“POEM
As a prison is most prison in
the tiny cracks in
its walls
I am most me in my pores
I lower my pores into the water
what will that net me
I open my pores to the air
what will that apprehend
now even those outer elements
dream of escaping
from the felony in each
of the body’s cells
the murderer
I pen within”
—Knott
"I maintain the firm belief that everything we've been suffering through since 2015 is directly tied to President Obama making fun of trump at a White House Correspondence Dinner. That was the catalyst for all of this pain and suffering." —bejamointhomas616.bsky.social


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