by Kristine Ong Muslim

Seven winters had died
inside our daughter's mouths,
and still they wanted to go outside.

The dwellers of the well,
the strangers with their red Buicks,
the jocks with oiled hair

summoned them away, lured them
with love letters and stolen compasses,
with sequined skirts and whiskey breaths.

Their throats, the loveliest
of murders, trembled,

Kristine Ong Muslim's publication credits and recent acceptances include more than seven hundred poems and stories in over three hundred publications worldwide, such as Bellevue Literary Review, Fifth , Grasslimb, Narrative Magazine, The Pedestal Magazine, Turnrow, and Weber Journal. She has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize.

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