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You Have Certain Rights

By K ABRAM  |  26 OCT 2021

Collage of an envelope and official letter from the Department of Human Services with the words YOU HAVE CERTAIN RIGHTS underlined at the top, and the words SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP appearing in the middle. Collage of text “Turn this page over to read more information on the back” appearing 4 times, and the line “See more for important fee disclosures” on the bottom. Excerpts of multiple choice questions from forms, collaged in no specific order. Collage of bar codes, arranged in the shape of a face (mouth, nose, eyes) and a postal code running diagonally across like a scar. Collage of a list of vertical rows with the word No No No repeated 15 times, and None of the above once, followed by two parallel lists of phrases connected by drawn arrows, and then by page numbers and other phrases repeated several times. An almost blank page with the words “Please Retain This Document for Future Reference” pasted in the middle, and at the very bottom right, the words “No, I don’t want to”.

k Abram is a poet and collage artist based in Brooklyn, NY. Their work has been supported by the Blue Mountain Center and recognized as a finalist for the Wabash Prize for Poetry. She is an MFA candidate and creative writing instructor at NYU. You can follow her work on Instagram @ok.abram and on Twitter @ok_abram.

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