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Right Through the Heart-Poem by David Boski
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Right Through the Heart


by David Boski



stabbed in Phoenix

by a kitchen knife

recklessly thrown

into a reusable grocery bag, 

six hours into the trip.

a few stitches and a tetanus

shot later, I thought the trip

couldn’t get any worse than

that, but I was wrong.

two days later my mom told

me she was diagnosed with 

pancreatic cancer and that

they thought it had spread to

her liver. stabbed again, right

through the heart; this time,

stitches and a tetanus shot

wouldn’t help. 



David Boski lives in Toronto. His poems have appeared in The Dope Fiend Daily, The Rye Whiskey Review, Under The Bleachers, Spadina Literary Review, Duane’s Poetree, Horror Sleaze Trash, and elsewhere. He has forthcoming chapbooks being released by Analog Submission Press as well as Holy&intoxicated Publications this year.

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