Category: Poetry

Making whirlpools in the above-groundon days when the air lays heavy on our skin,leaving our pink cheeks sticky to the touch.Abandoning forest green plaid school uniforms for fluorescent bathing suits,revealing our innocent girl-bellies.  My pool—perfecting the laps— mastering the water flow, watching the waves leap out the sides, smacking the dirt-packed ground in protest. Holding the…

What’s it like there, where you are?The stiff air chokes my thoughts.I hate stepping barefoot on the burning, damp ground—afternoon rain;forgetting my sandals, I sidewalk hop. You’re doing 15, stuck behind a tractor,tapping thumbs to the wheel and tracingthe dust on your dashboard.Thoughts of me are under the seat,between empty bottles and stray CD jackets. I…