the baby was born with a window in his belly. the
surgeon from toledo scratched his head, said words like hinged or
unhinged, vista or without. he said he needed more time. in our
baby's window we saw rivers & boats, cities & birds, we saw
ourselves looking out helplessly. my mother-in-law spread ground
glass & ammonia in our bed sheets. she said it would make us
strong. sometimes we heard a distant knocking, the laughter of young
children. our baby had fake tears. my wife cried while breast
feeding. sometimes we dreamt of something crashing, a rock through a
window. a specialist from cincinnati offered a cure. he placed a flap
where the window was. the baby grew up blind & we moved into a
smaller house.
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BIO: Kyle Hemmings is a what? A moon cake. A subvervise astronaut. A mama's boy with claws. Kyle Hemmings is who you want him to be. He has been published elsewhere.
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