Blog Post / Fall 2016 / Issues / Poetry / Poetry 2016 / Volume 47

The Letter Z Marries a Stratocaster–Alan Britt

Pterodactyl shoulders slumped. Patches ripped from my uniform. Sewn patches, not low class iron-ons, no sir, those patches were real for a while, until I went to prison for something I didn’t do; that’s when they sealed all my patches inside a manila envelope, my name in permanent marker across tin clips splayed like road … Continue reading