MT @theshuttle: Poems shall begin with stolen phrases. Not allusions, mind you, but tongues ripped right from the mouths that can’t feed them. Subway migrant asks, Anybody home? Anybody home? Anybody home? Anybody home? We know we’ve seen him before he becomes his echo through the car. That could be an illusion, tho. To wit— #wheredidyoulearntotalklikethatskinnybird -Lauren Neefe