On the Wing by Elaina Joy Urban
The first, A 2:20 p.m. flight to Boston In a window seat next to my mother, Eyes pried open for
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The first, A 2:20 p.m. flight to Boston In a window seat next to my mother, Eyes pried open for
She enters with a glide, as if her legs were mere phantoms of sticks. Glide not walk, The utmost impeccable
You ask yourself, At the hardest times, What is more dangerous, The gun or the mind? And when the day
The lurch of your stomach as speed increases Air rushing by faster and faster Leaning to the side as it
In the beginning there is wonder, As we live on to Sunder, In the middle there is Strife, Flowers grow
“BIRACIAL BOY SIGNS UP FOR THE MILITARY” Immigrant mother approves Immigrant grandmother doesn’t Absent Father has no comment. Aryan step
If I was brave enough to be your Romeo, would you be my Juliet? Would you find me important enough
How does it feel knowing That this may be the last time you ever see your children, That this may
Day by day, I carry these men away from their wives. Day after day, these men beg and plead for
If scars can tell stories mine could write a book. There are the scars from the whips of my master.