
The New Yorker @NewYorker
“Send out the memo, I’m nearly done here. How much more of this life to live? Thirty years, if I’m lucky, I bet. If my life ends, will my brothers’ finally begin? Who made my mother? Who killed my father who lives?” Read a new poem by Charif Shanahan. https://t.co/XVUhh306Xq — PolitiTweet.org