There’s tar on our hands, / asphalt, pitch, / that carbon-black earth stick / only oil can soften, / then soap. // It came from below...
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September 1, 2021 The Elitist Trail and Other Poems By S. Rupsha Mitra The Elitist Trail It originates somewhere you don’t even recognize. Dungeons buried in the past, all self-proclaiming stereotypes in aeons — conditioned so well that...