William Brewer
Dec 05, 2017
1 minute
Milkweed Editions (National Poetry Series)
All the things I meant to do are burnt spoons
hanging from the porch like chimes. —from “Naloxone”
In the broadest sense, I saw the opiate epidemic start to swallow up my home state.
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