Poem by Mather Schneider

THE PITS They broke the apartment window and cleaned us out while we were at work. I feel violated but the worst part about it is all my bullshit about being on the edge of society seems pretty pale next to these criminals stealing to survive and surviving well putting me in my place smack dab [...]
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Published on January 10, 2011 17:52
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