Jessica Barksdale Inclan's Articles and Stories
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Ripe and round,
I slip my finger
against the slim
band of my underwear,
slide the skin
of my dress
over my head,
plunge the fruit When you heard the jangle
of my particular key chain,
you kicked through playground
tan bark, jump-landed
on hot asphalt, your elbows
swinging, your hair curled wild- When the two men threw my sister over our fence after having used every part of her body, leaving her left arm impaled on the sharp black iron of o ...
- On the way to the dentist, Mary is telling her son, Michael, a story about King Solomon.
- When my father-in-law walks in the front door, my mother-in-law starts sharpening knives. They haven't spoken for almost three years.
- I Would See Everything I am standing in a long line in a dark video store waiting to pay for the movie my two sons finally agreed to rent.
