Bad Magic
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by Margaret Elysia Garcia
I am beyond-- They are disappearing people who look like my children. Watch me pull a rabbit; watch them break its neck. I am yet too quiet in the absence, lump and voice fighting for sound and smooth. They are disappearing history & books & posters & films & jobs & words & love & kindness & mothers & fathers & children I sit immobilized-- they are disappearing people people who look like my children, people who could be my children, people who once were my children. They disappear Dis appear like my children. Margaret Elysia Garcia is an author and poet based in Southern California. |