Such a solid letter, kicking its foot out like a ballerina. And it has the greatest sound in the English language, one of the funniest, supposedly. Without the k sound, half of our best swear words would be less impressive.
I have thought about words and sounds all of my…
Today was the day I told my kids
of the abortion that allowed their existence.
How I walked a block from my apartment,
my roommate holding my hand.
I explained how I was in no fit state
to raise a child then (wondered
if they thought, silently, “or now”)
Couldn’t even pay the…
I didn’t keep them, the gruesome reminder
of their babyhoods. Nothing less than weeks
spent awake, nursing away the hurt on nipples
raw from the root of their pain. I thought
about saving them from the trash, wondering
if teeth were illegal to toss away, human, bodily,
Children of alcoholics develop private superstitions. We figure out the words of power to protect our safety bubbles, the numbers we need to count when we hear the key scrape against the door a little too late, the gods we need to pray to for protection. I sought the moon.
Winning has never felt so much like losing.