Another Poem: Eat The Scroll (It’s Good For You)

Eat the scroll, he said. The thumb I am under—his thumb—pressed. But this— this is not the narrative I subscribe to. So these words—his words— sit, sick and acrid on my tongue as I try to spit them out. But the thumb—his thumb— forces them back down. I choke. Choke back the violation which has consistently burdened theContinue reading “Another Poem: Eat The Scroll (It’s Good For You)”