this is a poem i wrote back in the 9th grade narrating a serene moment i had walking with the boyfriend at the time. it's really pathetic, but what the heck--lp here down the asphalts of leon valley are lesbian negro women dressed like men wearing mean in their voices their hands held each other close like dreams of an unborn child scraps of newspaper skitter the floor giving voice to the ancient between quiet and aging headlines like father who spoke to the womb home of the unborn child our footsteps spanned the concrete hills eyes scaling the orange-burned sky my heart tied loosely to your dazzling wit like the unnatural wonders forgotten by the unborn child unborn child, by linette pham