I am a targeted American poet. I am not permitted to sleep. I breathe phosgene and tear gas every day. I am remotely monitored and made fun of by transceiver in my most intimate moments. I am too terrorized to leave my van, but spend every day and night imprisoned inside it.

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Recorded Reading (0:36):

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/evhb2hsjafd3mupnute3j/Inexorable-Loss.mp3?rlkey=35rjqxqxnmqog18mwpom38wmv&st=lqj8d49d&dl=0

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Inexorable Loss

I used to write a lot of
Patriotic poetry ~
Just like all the rest of my work
As fine as poetry can be

But lately I must poison breathe
Each day before breakfast
I, although regretfully,
Find that now I must,

Instead, simply assure
My readers I am still alive
Losing hope, inexorably,
That I’ll ever thrive

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