Chapter 15

don't asl her to explain

she'll just smile and turn

her face away

laughs like a child

talks like Lou Reed

her stares weighted with

lead

instead of lemons and

honey

as it should be?

she's a shot gun

a calloused finger presses

once

she paints birds in

red

later her shoulder will

bruise in purple

never 14

-Liv Amiri