Privilege
dl mattila
On our bus in Berlin is a man on his cell phone, speaking a language we
don’t understand, but his manner and tone lead me to believe he’s
conversing with a woman. I envision myself in her stead, phone pressed to
ear, until my sister leans-in, whispering her suspicions, saying a man of his
nature should never be privileged a wife.
fevered pitch
a shadow crosses
the line
About the Author
dl mattila is a linguist and poet residing in the Greater Washington D.C. Metropolitan Area. Her work appears in national and international print and online publications.