BETA

The fist

THE FIST

By Catherine Yang

 

It

slashes

through wet

lashes

 

swings

to bruise

retracts       

to soothe

 

splits

its knuckles on the thing

already cracked

 

sits

deep in children’s pockets and

aches  

for longer than childhood

lasts;

 

falls

  

for generations and

 

lands

in every

one.

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