Rob Halpern’s “disaster suites” erased
force this.
slow.
this accumulation—
this you and ‘the
ships’
which silence
—me.
But I say, “I am
Tortured
numbered
singing,
but I can’t
keep
Roots”
his voice
blue gaunt
wild
I’d be anything
lost
above the
plot
to value
What won’t count
I just can’t be
Spreading
Liz McLaughlin 