The Hunted (circa 1958)
Poem (circa 1958)
Excerpt
The Hunted
the ants are coming across the arms of chairs at me;
a man climbs in the shell of the radio
and downstairs somebody walks nervously on the cement
staring up at my window and hating some living part of me...
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Appears in Magazines
- Quicksilver - vol. 11, no. 2, 1958, pg. 13