In a corner, looking up 9 stories, I contemplate
my death, and the brakes squeak here as people
talk trash walking across a dirty street.
Get on your toes, and don't forget to eat the
leftovers.
Don't talk to me that way because you might
not be ready for the wrath or the glue
that gets us stuck together- little bodies, big heart.
Squat like you've never been that low to the ground
before. Whip hips and bend until you see the details
on the wooden floor. Lines and crevices, red for my
hair and navy for my nails.
Mean and pushy, you catch
my flaws, I'll catch yours-what else are friends for?
What is in between your ears? Under your skin?
Between your thighs? You can't even smile at me
like the sides of your mouth have no muscles.
Shift your feet and your eyes...it's easier to
do these things simultaneously. Don't get behind
my back unless I know you are there, voices and all.
In a corner, there is nowhere to go but out.
3 comments:
Oh I love this one so much, it makes me think of blue hips and shadows, and those big fat hairbands they used to make us wear in school... :D
These lines were my especial favourites;
"before. Whip hips and bend until you see the details
on the wooden floor. Lines and crevices, red for my
hair and navy for my nails. "
"like the sides of your mouth have no muscles."
and
"In a corner, there is nowhere to go but out."
-That is so so true.
Wow. Holly, this is another powerful piece. I love the first and last stanzas, though it's all awesome. I also love the way the second stanza speeds up. Ending with the corner "escape" is perfect. Excellent.
Thanks so much Ayesha and Julie! You are excellent readers.
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