A poem by Ross White (poetry, ’08) appears in Foundry:

Dark Money

Of all lies, the worst is The truth will set you free.
I don’t think truth unshackled my father.
Truth paid his moving expenses, set him up
in his grandmother’s house with his new wife ―
his former secretary ― and two children he didn’t know
how to talk to. Truth banished him

[ . . . continue reading here.]

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