By Nicola Maye Goldberg - Jan 22, 2021
When I think about you in prison, so medicated
you couldn’t hold anything
in, I want to kick the guards’ teeth
in with my bare feet. And when
I cough and you cower
I realize what I want
is not revenge but a new planet.
Do we have to die to get there?
Your dog farting on the floor,
the sky turns white around us.