The Bastard Sonnet
My friend John has a gun
That’s a part of where he’s from To play a game that can’t be won But that triggers me to fight or fly His parents insist on a grandson To please a god that’s deaf and dumb Excuse his boyish sins as playful fun As they dribble down my thigh Could be nine or fifty-one While I bleed, the depths he’ll plumb Until I give birth or go so numb That all of me will die |
KELSEY AMENTT
was born outside of Philadelphia to musician parents who ran an eleven-piece soul band. An English and Theater major at Skidmore College, Kelsey had a play produced at the Walnut Street Theater in 2011. Since 2015, Kelsey has lived in Los Angeles and works in film and television. |