So what if I don’t love you.
My problems don’t even happen to me
But to three girls grandstanding by the Potomac.
Respectively: your mother, her mother and her mother.
Three bitches in front of a trashcan.
Desirous of psychotherapy and a split lip courtesy of me.
Because I didn’t ask to be born here.
Didn’t ask to learn the language.
And don’t know how to save you.
Am I frightening you?
I’m frightening you.
Good and good and good and good.
From Delivered (Persea Books, 2009) by Sarah Gambito. Copyright © 2009 by Sarah Gambito. Used with the permission of the publisher.