shaped like Africa I’d gotten it after sipping too much vodka soda before a football game.
Saturated tree lined streets with ora nge bleeding into tar. My family called me Graceful
because I was not, but they never saw me drink more than a wine cooler at
the local community p ool. Run. Bird of air let those locks flow as your
wings. Hit the ceme nt so fast your body grins grinding itself
anew. I hadn’t felt rain before. My mother hated when my
knees scraped leav ing inflamed red knowing I’d pick off the scabs in
gym class while the other kids kicked dodgeballs through the grass.
Dirty toes. Field Day 2004 t shirts glinting with perspiring fat. I’d wanted to
scrape off the congealed fat underneath my arms. Skin smears. Grass imprints
like I’m one the earth turning it’ s axle aligning right down to it.
Skipping dinner and eating one tablespoon of peanut butter for
lunch. wondering how much adipose peanuts
contain. Bit my tongue hitting the gr ound thinking maybe that will hoax my stomach.