It’s just that
coming home around six a.m.
I knew this place was Rome
four days after the sacking
I imagined the rescue of the children
hustled out of a crashing courtyard
in an old, blue Ford
Your crossword puzzles were everywhere
Like a bomb-shocked ancient citizen
returned to an unsettled wreckage
I stooped to finger what remained
kicking away impediments to see beneath
I bruise myself in recognition
of what’s been lost. I long
for familiar charged things
but am relieved at the devastation
Split, I lean and tremble
on what once was a kitchen table
I rake fear over my chest
I embrace myself
I will not let go
Who Chose Them? The Transparency Gap
Not who received the Public Purpose Fund money. Who decided where it went, how they were selected, and what residents were never told.
Last year, we focused on the outcomes.
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