| Poetry |
Good Morning Birmingham
You wake with blood pasted to your thighs. You sigh.
Welcome to Happy World Land.
When all you wanted was a sweet goodbye,
You wake with blood pasted to your thighs. You sigh.
Your marijuana’s in short supply,
The very last joint’s in your hand.
You wake with blood pasted to your thighs. You sigh.
Welcome to Happy World Land.
by Sarah E. Boim
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