Susan M. Schultz's Blog
Drafts of prose poems about memory and forgetting.
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Tatts
At Sangha's baseball game today, I sat behind a young man with lots of tatts. One was a skeleton inside a birdcage; underneath the cage was the word LIAR, underlined.
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