Claudia Serea
Photo: me and the sysop
Some see toads
jump
from the tip
of my tongue.
I see money
and back doors
open
for my family’s
escape.
I see
faces,
white as flour,
in the window
at night.
I brush them off
and go back
to sleep.
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