Winter 2020 Poetry January 31, 2020 memory by Andrei Codrescu I forgot the secret places but the keys are there. Also the passports and the plane tickets. We are all the same en route and passing through the walls. What I saw was your comma and what you saw was my coda. Andrei Codrescu BiographyWinter 2020 IssuePublished Online PoetryYou are TheyNow and then sonnet Related