Blog by Hannah Frank
I shout out to deny my mouth its rights to quiet peace
I fist my hand to deny it the right to caress a child
I slam my feet into the earth to deny them of their right to float lengthwise on a feather bed
What are our rights?
That's what I said.
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses bein...