
fists and knives and blood-red tongues
By STEPHANIE PARK
she, with her back to him, faces the window, slowly washes a plate, a cup, a bowl
he, under dim kitchen light, reads the paper first one page, then the next
there is no one around, no more children's steps
they move slowly, tired from fighting slowly she cleans, then stops she looks at his reflection in the window says "i would die if you died"
Stephanie Park is a fourth-year violin student.
Students interested in submitting works for this column should contact Ron Price in the Liberal Arts Department at ext. 368, or by e-mail (ronprice@juilliard.edu).
Students interested in submitting works
for this column should contact Ron Price in the Liberal Arts Department
at etc. 368, or by e-mail (ronprice@juilliard.edu)
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