Thank You, Ji-Wong.
She wedges her thumb between her fingers
levitates her arm and groans a yes.
Last year, she was beaten half to death.
Now her neck stretches up and out,
her pearly whites somehow
there and glowing,
connecting me to something
I can?t see, but need, desperately.
She wedges her thumb between her fingers
levitates her arm and groans a yes.
Last year, she was beaten half to death.
Now her neck stretches up and out,
her pearly whites somehow
there and glowing,
connecting me to something
I can?t see, but need, desperately.
