Saturday, August 31, 2013

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."

someone follows you into
the long rain—
perhaps the child you bore
from that callous womb

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