in the bathroom at chipotle i give birth to my first child his skin as dark as black beans quietly i name him carlos
he’s out of wedlock only thing locked right now is my bike to the rack outside the library looking so sad
i couldn’t do that to my baby carlos
he does not cry silently submerged in the water his brow wrinkled like the mugs my uncle used for margaritas shaped like Buddha his round belly carved out for liquor just like my uncle’s was
carlos is **** but he’s mine ****** and for a while i struggle with dreams of a life together, him rotting in my arms, getting eaten by dogs
that’s no life at all
finally i push the lever, later ill call it a mercy killing as if such a thing were possible
returning to the table its stupid but i miss him he was my child he had my eyes