Black Bloc

She told me, she blows up
police cars. She told me,
this is how I make a 
difference in the world.
Like magic, my pen counts
the dead, counts the 
unblessed, counts those
who hurt.

— forthcoming in Poetry

— forthcoming in f(w)iction review

— forthcoming in Linebreak

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