My voices I write about waste about filth and shame I write about children ancient children abandoned childlike figures through many ages This range of raging children enraged with bulging, disrupted balloons made of tears deflated, yet floating upward I watch their stiffened joints and tummies tied I pick them up, lift them, and hold them While blowing warmth toward their chubby cheeks to give them their voices back Lh 2014 oct.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 17:53:05 +0000