Sunday, February 7, 2016

Lizz Murphy — Poem 38: Flips




FLIPS

My homeless boy

My homeless boy

Strokes his white forelock

My homeless boy

Another crisis
the carer’s brain back-flips

You are not really homeless
I want you to know that

The carer’s brain flips back


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