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poetry by kristine ong muslim



When I was five

I have nothing for them -- the white kittens.
I am five, and my hands are small
and cannot carry them all to safety.
So I scream at the kittens
to flail, bite, claw their way out
from the grasp of children,
the gentle ones who will put them
in a bucket of water and wait until they drown.

Copyright © 2007 by Kristine Ong Muslim


Kristine Ong Muslim's poems and stories have been published or are forthcoming in numerous journals and stories, including Cordite, Lily, The Pedestal Magazine, Poetry Midwest, T-Zero, Thieves Jargon, and Antithesis Common. For a complete publication history please visit www.freewebs.com/blackroom8.

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