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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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