—BLESS THE BEASTS AND THE CHILDREN
The Ventriloquist’s Dummy
For a moment
she was perfect
until she wasn’t
the doctor not exactly
saying Downs
though we knew
when she grinned
and you blanched
before eventually finding
the type of parents who
take in kids like this
So now I
sit on your left leg
same as every night
your hairy hand
a brand
on my spine
jerking a string
that’s not there
while I wear
a mouthful of
broke-off teeth
turned to chalk
the choking kind
every unsaid word
a curdled scream
neither of us can hear
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