by Susana H. Case
Of course, she didn’t trust
your gestapo blurt of words.
She came from a culture
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To the Cop Who Phoned My Mother to Tell Her I Was in Danger
Filed under Poetry
Calling the Police
by Andrew Michael Roberts
It was night, and we were lost. We called the police.
Hello, they said, this is the police, we have sidearms and
stunners and black cars and shackles, and we know
how to use them.
There was a silence.
We said, We are afraid.
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