I lead my cousin’s hand to the belly of a sleeping schoolgirl. the belly is six months out and could survive a mouthful of prose. cousin has kids of her own. cousin prefers the word listless to the word unborn. the schoolgirl reminds my cousin of someone I knew. a bodyguard. a bodyguard as far as school age bodyguards go. the recall puts me beneath a porch at age fourteen
giving birth to something boneless. I am trying to hear it explode in the present. I ask the lord’s television to lure my cousin from the scene. I ask the lord for custody of any tornado
warning
scrolling under
a muted
cartoon.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
I lead my cousin’s hand to the belly of a sleeping schoolgirl. the belly is six months out and could survive a mouthful of prose. cousin has kids of her own. cousin prefers the word listless to the word unborn. the schoolgirl reminds my cousin of someone I knew. a bodyguard. a bodyguard as far as school age bodyguards go. the recall puts me beneath a porch at age fourteen
giving birth to something boneless. I am trying to hear it explode in the present. I ask the lord’s television to lure my cousin from the scene. I ask the lord for custody of any tornado
warning
scrolling under
a muted
cartoon.
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