Which children should I tell you about?

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

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 7834THPARALLEL.NET

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