The 2River View | 20.4 (Summer 2016) |
Alex Greenberg
there was a day you couldn’t stop swallowing a little girl in your throat, trembling you wanted so badly to slip your thumb her tongue like a virgin lake bathing a body all of the guards who looked at you coming back to memory. or remember your name. he will spit on your welcome mat, make you forget by the third year you didn’t have enough hands you gossiped about your own body to whoever stood in the center of the cell, your mouth you knew no other way to ask for help. what else to do but shatter the vessel? Alex Greenberg is a teenage poet whose work has been published or accepted for publication in The Cortland Review, The Florida Review, Puerto Del Sol, Salt Hill, and Third Coast. website • contact
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