A Poem • Jenn Carson

by JENN CARSON Bow and arrow My eldest son rolls with meon the kitchen’s hardwood floorand I pull him into a bow and arrow choke start to squeeze for the submissionand he groans and giggleshey it’s like being cuddledand then oh no!—eyes widenhe gags—we let golaugh and untangle limbs I roll onto my shouldersstack myself … Continue reading A Poem • Jenn Carson