The Museum of Disappointment

The Museum of Disappointment

“Shut the door. Give me the bat if you can’t do it yourself.”

“Guadalupe, he’s only six years old.”

She takes a hit at his head, then his ribs, arms, legs.

"My God, Guadalupe, what have you done?"

“Just get him out of here—there's a dumpster on the corner."

mother,

someone follows you into

the long rain—

perhaps the child you bore

from that callous womb