Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "coloring book"!
Check it out HERE!

Thank you!
Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "coloring book"!
Check it out HERE!

Thank you!
They had the poor girl lie
on the cold tile floor
and then they all pissed on her
and you could hear them tell her to open her
mouth wide and stick her tongue
out
It was one of the
poorest videos on the site
but the women watching it
recognized the girl
She went
to the same high school as them
back in the day
So
trashy porn is what she turned to
Not exceptionally unusual, but
one of the kids
running in the park before them was her child
Just eight or nine
"You know," said one of them. "Like it or not
it's just a matter
of time until our sons catch wind of
this and then..."
"Oh my..."
"Goodness!"
"The sins of the parents are visited upon
the children. It's not fair. Imagine
the life her poor kid's gonna
have."
"Yeah, our own kids might
very well be the bullies, we'll never know. Like I said,
it's a matter of time..."
"Well, goodness, what can we do
about it?"
"Flag the video?"
"You know it won't work..."
"Oh, I got an idea. What if... you know, what if
we all uploaded sexy vids of us. Um, not
necessarily as trashy as this one
but just pornographic enough. The boys
won't be able
to gang up and bully one if all their mothers
did it... Right? C'mon, let's do it
for that poor kid. Think about his future..."
The other mothers
looked at her
and they kept looking
mute
until one of them pulled out her
smartphone
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so the assignment was to write about
what the perfect
vacation would look like
and he wrote about
running away from home and
stealing a car
and running people over
robbing a gas station
assaulting and beating
a lady in the restrooms
shooting the cops
smashing their heads in
and at the end driving the car
into a wall and
dying with a shitload of money
and a lady’s head in
the trunk
“Your kid seems very…
troubled,” said the
teacher
“Oh my God!” said the mother. “No,
it’s his father…”
“Hm? His father treats him…
inappropriately you mean?”
“Well, you see… no actually.
His father doesn’t spend
much time with him. He is
a writer…”
“Oh. I see.”