PRIVILEGE

by Allison Berry

 

 

I’m going to stop coming out
in the usual I don’t want to offend you way. 
I’ll tell the next children’s librarian who asks
me my husband’s name about the time
a cop held my wife against our car,
ran his hands slowly up her legs, pushed
his dry thumb inside her, then walked away. 

 

 

 

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