NIGHT OF THE SCORPION ~BY NISSIM EZEKIEL
I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
Poem on fear
YOU SAY ~BY EMILY SHIPP
You say I’ll be okay,
That you’re here to stay.
You say you love me,
That you’re dreaming of a we.
How can you still believe?
How do you know I won’t leave?