GOD IS MY ALIBI, a poem by Cynthia Atkins, featured on Life As Activism • Cleaver Magazine
Abide with me the night shadows caterwauling on the walls—Lava Lamp Red as the squad car pulling up to the curb. Inside, a fish tank shifts—precarious---Colors dizzy in a kitchen of bodies without form. Pot partying, I made-out with my boyfriend, our friend gave his hands to be cuffed into silence—Whispers in the next room. All said and done, Willy sat in jail for an ounce of stale attic mouse-weed. We went to college to cavil in a dormitory of freshman.