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Brink

Genevieve N. Williams

I work small bones from the back of my mouth
to my front teeth, pluck and drop them
in a pile on a plastic plate. How easy it could be to go
like this: cross-legged on the kitchen stool,
mackerel flash-fried only a moment ago,
an untongued bone fixed and final in my throat.

After shattering a bottle of Shalimar to slit her wrists,
my mother paused—its alcohol would sterilize
the wound. I must not want to die after all, she laughed.

I can’t stop laughing as the barrel of a gun jabs my right side.
You think this is a fucking joke? Open the drawer.
No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know it’s not a joke, I say
and back away, fold forward over my knees.
The robber leaves, staggers crablike out the door
with only tens and ones—the event is done.

I’ll be all right, my mother decided, swept the glass
and bagged it twice to protect the palms of garbage men.
How her dresser smelled of death for days—
the perfumed haze made her open the shades,
lift every window to bright noise.