For the good of the Fatherland,
i know why the others aren’t here the girls with
purple-black eyes the boys with boys the priests
who sermonize and the Jews the Jews the Jews
houses sit empty stare not one says any thing no
one trusts any know no-one wants to look any
Keep eyes ahead.
i cross my heart i hope to die i have a secret if
you promise if you hope to die but i never
told you they asked questions i told you they
are watching the gaps watch the spaces be-
tween furnaces make life-room make space to
Do you know why My birth, my breath, my skin still a crime
I pulled you over I am 31 times guiltier [without a signal]
Stub out This is my car my choice my vice
I will light you up #Handsup #SandySpeaks
knee meet back
looped car videos
hall no cameras
trash [neck] bag
Do you not even care about that?
At the moment black lives matter.
this belonged to some one who was some thing
who was called who had a name now this belongs
to some one number don’t use don’t ask don’t
even whisper pretend they just moved pre-
tend they never existed don’t tell don’t hope to
The greater good.
This is for your own good.
Keri Withington is a poet and educator who lives in the shadow of the Smoky Mountains in East Tennessee. She shares her college office with a fish named Bradbury. Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals, including Blue Fifth Review and The Fourth River.