When the children of the town were thirsty,
he told them to drink their tears.
When they told him they were hungry
he told them to suck on the salt of their outstretched palms.
Weren’t you every small and helpless like us? one of them asked.
If I were, he said, I learned how to hide it.
Is that what you are doing now? they all asked him at once. |
Francine Witte is a poet and flash fiction writer. She is the author of two flash fiction chapbooks and two poetry chapbooks, with a third one, Not All Fires Burn the Same, forthcoming this summer. She is a former NYC high school teacher. She lives in Manhattan.
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