FICTION: of kings and queens
the man with the patchwork heart:
our father was a king of very little, but still a king. he ruled that trailer and the dark cold fields of trash that extended behind it, and we feared him. oh. how we feared him. not because he was cruel; never because he was cruel, but because he was strong. it was fear as in god.
we always thought he was born in this kingdom, after a little while, after we had forgotten mable street. and we always thought that his father probably showed gestured out the…
