Featured Poet, Melanie Hyo-In Han
Bright, fluorescent lights, blinking
on and off. Disinfectant so strong,
its punching acidity, too clean.
Sirens wail in and out, and somewhere
to my right is a hysterical mom.
Her child was attacked by a dog.
Dad brings over a plate of
cafeteria fries, side of ketchup
dripping down the side. Blood,
dripping down Mom’s forehead.
Shattering glass, shattered trust.
Echoing of the knife on tile
as it slipped from her hand
as she slipped down, sinking.
Dad’s heavy ha...