Peer Review by Dianne (United States)

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a river by my home.

By: r|A|i|N


FREE WRITING

today it smells like
gasoline
the sour garbage rot
and tainted like addiction,
the thought of being stuck;
when i inhale, i feel it
lodging in my brain like
the west-side garbage dam.

my stupidest cousin
gulped the wood-brown water
with tiny cheekbones
and vomited an infinity of
cardboard and plastic and
powder
into his fingers.

another day cops swarmed along
our river
like mosquitoes waiting for skin;
they made promises and
did nothing, of course
and we held another funeral
by the water's edge.

another day my brothers sat two-to-a-canoe
and pulled out filth
with fishing-nets,
treasures stained and second-hand,
and they returned with smiles and
never enough.

tomorrow will smell like today
which smells like yesterday,
and no one here knows anything
except for that.

doctors pulled lice out of our hair
and worms out of our stomachs
and drugs out of our pockets
and smoke out of our lungs
until nothing was left
but river.

i will stay waiting by the water.


Message to Readers

republished for the heck of it???


Peer Review

the setting and sadness of this poem is astounding. it's introspective and accusing and wise- it sounds like it was written by an adult


honestly, I try to provide constructive criticism, but there really isn't anything I would change


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