the year she was three poem

i hope i don't forget: how you omitted the a, and called those colored ovals of helium "bloons". how you put your ear on my stomach and told me that your brother loves our family. how you thought the sinks at my work got smaller, but really you grew. how you demonstrated the way you... Continue Reading →

chutes and ladders poem

why does it feel like a perverted game of chutes and ladders to be a member of a subordinate group in this country where you climb and you climb and you climb, only to reach the top and see the faces of a brotherhood of white, christian men mock you as you stumble however many... Continue Reading →

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