Coliseum
Fighting
the
good
fight.
It
was
what
I
was
taught
growing
up
in
the
suburbs.
They
wanted
a
picket
fence
they
got
one.
But
it
is
where
I
raise
my
army.
Where
I
hang
my
armor
on
the
clothesline.
I
am
a
good
fighter
and
one
day
they
will
all
know.
By
Sarah
K.
Miller
16