By Lillian Kwok
After all these years some marks are still there. I thought about it while drinking coffee with Amy and she mentioned her father used to beat her. Only three times I thought. How lucky. I was always black and blue. Sometimes I let mother slap me because I knew then she would stop talking. But my mother said I did it to myself, and maybe she was right. Says I started as a baby, banging my head on the linoleum floor all day, that desperate for attention. I don’t know what I believe. All I can remember is sticking my fingers in my own bruises when no one was looking.
Originally published by Zoo Cake Press
This is the print version of Lillian Kwok's Author Collection. It includes nine--three previously unpublished and six previously published--pieces. Includes previous publications from Burnt District, Zoo Cake Press, Mascara Review, and Paper Darts.
The digital version is e-reader friendly to all that who PDFs.