An old woman stows her sewing in a wicker basket,
hikes up her black dress
and leaps
James Wyshynski | ESCAPE INSTRUCTIONS
ESCAPE INSTRUCTIONS Take whatever your mother offers: piroghies, dented oranges, rye bread about to sprout some form of penicillin—once you get to Penn Station, you can give them to whomever looks in need—but draw the line at pictures, they’ll make a record you’ll use against yourself. Take the train, it’s cheaper. The conductor will say, […]