Grubby thumbs, bubble gum, and tire swings
set the stage for recess- Our turn to teach.
Sean’s sitter had shown him some algebra.
Keith knew what sex was. Hazel had met God,
and Em could map the local ghost’s hide outs.
Me? I shared my expertise on hatred-Read More »
Tag: violence
the girl that fell (A 36th Ave. Poem)
The fists that hit,
cuffed.
The feet that kicked,
chained.
The girl that fell,Read More »