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I'd Like To Change

Drew Eichholtz

The night he told you go to the shelter and

find someone else to help you. We

just wanted this Christmas photo while you gazed

at our winter jackets from your concrete-chewed clothes, upon

streets you called your home. The

tree behind us said Christmas, chimes

said so too. But you were of

no station to feel that freedom,

from want as pains in your stomach went flashing.

Spring, 2018 Issue

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