Which children should I tell you about?
|34thParallel Magazine||Jun 11|
no, I don’t want children / I heave, pushing my voice / between split lips / a moment passes. the air is still, a vacuum of silence / but why? his eyes widen, judgment bruising his face
TELL ME ABOUT THE CHILDREN BY LEE BRODA
his question presses into my neck, tight,
a headlock, and he’s got
my back against the corne…