A Dossier, or a case study,
or that night I didn’t go home
Haley Walker
We drew bandaids on our stomachs
and smoked weed until we threw up
dragon smoke on that girls lawn
They laughed and called me
a whore for making love with the
sidewalk Gravel gently glowing
on my face I took off my dress
The sun; an open mouth gaping
hole of tongue Sits on its shelf and
drools Lavender and orange bouncing
in the grassy blades Dog walkers
and elderly men stop and stare
Don’t look I’m just trying to feel
something A scraped knee tender and
purple cabbage leaves peeling white
Early morning and hot mouth dew
He gave us a blanket and pills
I took the blanket she took the
pills Lay our heads to rest Crowned king
and queen of the night Shh don’t tell
We drew bandaids on our stomachs
because we knew there would be more
pain and we were ready to heal
I am ready to heal I am
ready to heal I am ready