Friday, April 23rd, 2010
casey quinn | 3 poems
this line is our god
i was born into a family line
grew up wearing the same clothes
passed down from older brother
to the next
until they reached me,
the end of the line
in school i sat
chairs arranged in lines,
learned to color with crayon
inside the lines,
wrote my first letters
ensuring each stroke fit
within the lines
forced to erase if [...]











