POETRY

     

 
   ROBERT AVILES 
 






















         

 
   Your mother’s third husband once shot   a harpoon at your head when you were   fourteen blow out the candles Robert it’s   your birthday once I was a source of   i

From “ROBERT AVILES” by Ekiss:

Your mother’s third husband once shot / a harpoon at your head when you were / fourteen blow out the candles Robert it’s / your birthday once I was a source of / imitation now you make housecalls to evict / squatters when they swore you into the Marines / the sergeant asked you to please refrain…