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