The Only Place in the U.S. with Zero COVID Deaths
Copyright © 2022 by Terisa Siagatonu. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 26, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
He runs the gun down my sternum
wrists pressed against my breasts
the ink sharp from the lip of the gun’s hum.
Exhale only when he loosens. Carrie captures
all of this on film. Photos failing to
snap my ancestors guiding his hand
down my chest.