My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world. — B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
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My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo - This is my jackleg opera to the world.

— B.J. Ward, Jackleg Opera: Collected Poems, 1990 to 2013
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