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-By Shannon Laws
There’s a pebble in my boot named “That Night”
A callus has formed around it
I’ll never find a pearl in my sock
That time
the time I failed
That one time
that night
the night nothing worked
and you died
How sorry I am
Both legs limp
You could be 25 today
I could be walking straight
Shannon Laws is a poet, producer, and advocate for the arts. She is the recipient of the Village Books Literary Citizenship Award, with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Shannon is the author of four poetry books, one poetry album and publishes Corridor, a free monthly poetry zine. She lives in Bellingham, Washington. View more posts
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