Sleep Fissures
Let’s workshop this poem that raises unsettling questions about the relationship dynamics between a girl and a mysterious figure who is presumably her mom’s boyfriend.
Sleep Fissures
Amoxicillin round four
for the preschooler
whose mom, puzzled
by the recurring UTIs
doubling her over
with olive discharge
and vomit fever, guts
the home of all culprits:
scented soap, bubble bath;
junk foods, synthetic
panties too tight—all,
save Mr. Malik.
This poem is unpublished
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Safe Space Report.
A little girl is being raped! How could that ever be in poetry. Poetry must have decency. Poetry is not here to show a mirror to who we are. It is to make us feel SAFE. And yet here this scum goes an not only put a picture up a vagina no older than five, but he goes one step further: he makes the rapist "Malik" and so obviously a black man. NAZI ALERT NAZI ALERT. Stop terrorizing black bodies!!!!