There was nothing to do, so they took turns shooting at each other.  It was just pellets, but the metal bits still stung and to get one in the eye meant blindness.

where
people
are
signing
petitions
to legalize
marijuana,
joints going
around
and women
baring their
tits for
no good
reason
at all 

Although we’ve bought the market,
the meat cutters still cheat us
by putting their thumbs on the scales.

I stare down at the clouds in a puddle. I’m thinking it’s easier to buy a gun around here than find a job.

We’re so poor we comb dumpsters
for teabags to re-use. The chill
of early winter dark appalls us
with cries of ghouls in the suburbs
and groaning in city basements
where rapists imprison young girls,
but we scavenge undeterred.

Ukpa tree ukpa tree

I know your strange story
Of how you brought worry
To our fishermen
Who fell you by the fen

Sarah Edwards lives in Montreal, Canada for the moment. Since she was a child she has been utterly confused by her surroundings and as she grew up that translated into abstract/experimental images and words that results in visual poetry.This work is her ink drawings digitally worked on.