I bled on your bed again,
Like a tree that drops sap onto
The face of a child that needs
I have nourished you
Plenty of times
But you continue to scrub your
Sheets like I left a giant
Shit on your plates for dinner.
A.R. Martin navigates aimlessly through the Las Vegas desert with her two cats. Her work has appeared in Hothouse Literary Journal and Echo Literary Magazine, both publications at her alma mater the University of Texas at Austin.