by Susana H. Case
Of course, she didn’t trust
your gestapo blurt of words.
She came from a culture
abused by authority. Continue reading
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To the Cop Who Phoned My Mother to Tell Her I Was in Danger
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Fiasco
by Susana H. Case
On vacation in Niagara Falls,
he rips feathers from pillows
in the middle of the night, rains
white birds all over the bed.
This is not the first time Continue reading
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Grace Kelly at the Flemings Hotel
by Susana H. Case
Black and white photographs line the
corridors: here, a roadster, with a glamorous
woman checking her face in the rear view;
another inhales a candelabra of eight cigarettes.
Who are these people?
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