An original poem from "The Milwaukee Anthology."
"I heard we got the city doing front flips // where every father/mayor/rapper jump ship"
"and there I was,/wearing a two-hundred-dollar wool coat/in my own kitchen.../homesick and hungry"
"There’s no name/for the things/we do to survive."
A new poem by Kelly Garriott Waite.
"Detroit be a Twilight Zone//...be the last thing standing between us and dirt"
"My grandmother visits me from heaven/in the form of patient and complicated insects."
my family: two fists/colliding. nothing strong enough to stop/my parents from raising a home in a city//being razed
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