You arrived in the world, Naked, cold, wailing.Grabbed my fingerand held tightas dear life began. You would grabto safely cross the street,to pull me over to see something you made,to navigate the toy or cereal aisle,and when you would drift to sleep. Then I would grabto shake your handafter the lights on the field orContinue reading “Grab”
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Luna’s Villanelle
You came to us, curled tightly on the floor,A shaggy roll, shaking, small, and flatAs if movement would subject you to more Cruelty that you had known and absorbed into your core,Your soul’s worth diminished to only thatWhich you could birth, the profit they could score Thanks to your body and all that it couldContinue reading “Luna’s Villanelle”
A Conversation Under the Arch
This short piece was a doctoral assignment. It is a joint response to Tracy K. Smith’s Life on Mars and Brian Doyle’s “Joyas Voladoras.” As I enter the museum, I am immediately struck by how quiet it is. It’s a weekday, I remind myself, so I probably should have expected the low-key atmosphere. I take time toContinue reading “A Conversation Under the Arch”
