Tag: Ansong Afua
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BLACK BALLAD by Afua Ansong
The night I try to kill myself a boy is shot in the shoulders at the gas station next to my apartment. I don’t flinch. I lie on the rubber of my bed that keeps the bugs away and stare at the black poles holding the bunk bed together. The mice play sought and found…
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TWO POEMS by Rochelle Hurt
I admire its belligerent uncertainty, like: I’ll know if I know when I please. Pointed indecision as auto-prick that sticks my sentence-tip.