Peter Porter Poetry Prize
Boy
by Alex Skovron •
The tough and rumble of the schoolyard
is always welcome relief from a room
papered with whispers, where every night
he must taste the salted honey of his pain
or else listen to the chorus of lies
that they hiss at one another in the dark.
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