Leonell EchaJanuary 7, 2023
on my mother’s bed, I am blood clotting, blood flowing, tears rolling down her cheeks, and my father’s persistent begging. in my mother’s mind, I am gone again. In my father’s yawns, I am another effort wasted, I am a chore. If it is 2 am and she feels wet from me, I have shown […]
