Chris Bachelder Reads from U.S.!
Christopher Woods photo poem
Thanksgiving on Death Row
Death in photography
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All of us are assigned one sandwich
even mayonnaise on bread, are randomly
We watch a prismatic aquarium that holds
condiments. Our bait is our hope.
caught a roast beef or a triple decker,
worms mixed with peanut butter and jelly.
enjoy picnics, smile at Frisbees slicing
Playgrounds are built atop their graves
by Donald Illich