Poetry: "Lightning Rod" & “Bobo Escobar Eats Turtle Soup While Teaching His Children the Quadratic"
Lightning Rod My sister is lightning rod. She detects electricity in the atmosphere before blue-white bolts strike in her neighborhood. Might be a curse of some kind. Her leg tingles with sour current, she, pushing up from the sofa, her bed, flinching and biting her teeth as if it’s the first time. This will never go away. It might get worse and she will have to bite down on a nail. She’s suffered all her life, not a martyr, not the results of the theory of self-fulfilling pr