You Must Walk Alone To Find Your

I Shake My Head. I Pick Up The Rake And Start Making The Dead-leaf Pile Neater. A Blister Pops And Stains The Rake Handle Like A Tear. Dad Nods And Walks To The Jeep, Keys Jangling In His Fingers. A Mockingbird Lands On A Low Oak Branch And Scolds Me. I Rake The Leaves Out Of My Throat. Me: "can You Buy Some Seeds? Flower Seeds?

My Face Becomes A Picasso Sketch, My Body Slicing Into Pieces.

The Stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking Didn't Make Her Skinny, It Made Her Cry.

It's Easier To Floss With Barbed Wire Than Admit You Like Someone In Middle School.

I Am Locked Into The Mirror And There Is No Door Out.