art. literature. commentary.
Contributed By: Allison Blevins
I’m going to stop coming out
in the usual I don’t want to offend you way.
I’ll tell the next children’s librarian who asks
me my husband’s name about the time
a cop held my wife against our car,
ran his hands slowly up her legs, pushed
his dry thumb inside her, then walked away.
Return to table of contents for Issue 10 Fall 2016.
Keep watch over your children. Forget about linger and loaf. Think of all the yeses you’ve spoken. Aim to be small. Remember loving the sound of some place: a hum or a whoosh. When the men come, when they…
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