If you leave the road you die
If you don’t leave it who will talk to you
who will hold your hand and step forward
like a flag dipped
in light, a crack
in the sidewalk, the horse
past muster?
— Judith Roitman
Published in No Face, First Intensity Press
Born and raised in New York City, Judith Roitman landed in Lawrence KS in 1978 after bouncing back and forth between the coasts, and has been here ever since. Her book No Face: Selected and New Poems was published by First Intensity Press in 2008. Her work has appeared in a number of journals, including (most recently) First Intensity, Spectaculum, Locus Point, Delirious Hem, and Bird Dog.
The Coop: A Poetry Cooperative 
what a beautiful poems , I love the inspiration and the imagination the people have, I really enjoyed read it every time I can because I love this kind of literature
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Prostate Surgery
The poem somehow makes me feel like I’m watching a parade somewhere. Or maybe I’m in one and don’t realize it.