13 Lines for Fei
Go to bed in Buenos Aires
wake up in Chile
in a narrow bed
surrounded by fools
my window has bars
and it seems that
the gate is locked
I pull out a book
from my trousers
and read some Qin Fei
they smile like turtles
and ask me to read
her poem about prisons
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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