Ride the elevators where they work,
See how the bus boy is treated,
Go into the basement of the post office and live
That world for a time, visit their rooms, you see.
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from “I WAS A TWENTY-FOUR-YEAR-OLD SEPARATIST” by Kimberly Alidio
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Ride the elevators where they work,
See how the bus boy is treated,
Go into the basement of the post office and live
That world for a time, visit their rooms, you see.
*
from “I WAS A TWENTY-FOUR-YEAR-OLD SEPARATIST” by Kimberly Alidio
struggling to hold the danger back,
I will lower the rope ladder to meet you.
. . .
from "Epithalamium that Refuses to Ignore the Possibility of a Zombie Apocalypse" by Matthew Olzmann
Koko Taylor’s powerhouse vocals and Little Walter’s harmonica brilliance electrify the stage of the American Folk and Blues Festival in 1967.
Harlem, New York. Photograph by Martine Barrat (1990s)
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