Continue to your download.
Start Interactive Ad Now
Thanks for watching.
Little Boy There is a little boycowering in your gutand he won't shut up.Amber poisonsliding down your throatdrowns your morals,but does nothingto quiet his cries.He pushes and strainsagainst your bellywith the strength of the repressed;hollowing your soul.You stole from himhis emotions, andforged lightning boltsof his shame, which you flungrandomly and oftenwounding mostly yourself.More liquor fails,sweet numbness elusive;you vomit pools of self pity,self-exorcism incomplete.
Sharing a TangerineSharing a TangerineMottled hands tremblepluck a tangerinefrom the basketfumble but persistin removing the toughouter peel insidea thin membraneholds sections together.With the edge of a brittle fingernailshe pries them apartraises a crescent of sunshineto parchment lips stretched around gums.She leans forward in her rocking chair;offers me a piece.I take it, bite and rollthe tangy-sweet juiceacross my tongueand thinkhow much the fruitis like her.
Greatest FearGreatest FearWhen I rememberwhat, as a child,frightened me most:spiders, skeletons, snakesthe heavy metalbuckle at the endof Dad’s belt,my mother’stongue,the dark.I almost laughto think thatlittle girl grew upto be nearly frozenin the grips of a fearof herself.Almost.