Today's poem is by Gibson Fay-LeBlanc
Mock Heroic
I knew a girl who came
from a castle of a homein Cartagena: trust fund,
no one had laid a handon her. All they did, all,
each night at bed, was tellher to keep who she was
locked inside her seasso no one would see it.
Granite terror of thatsecret. Wild horse eyes
in the night. It's so easyto make broken people.
I watch my boys mop allthe syrup with syrup
vehicles. How can I stopthem from fearing (you know
you can't make someone know)their own pale underparts,
their own ladderless hearts?
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