Ouija Board

You were my Ouija board. Beauty marks were letters on your abdomen. The sockets of your waistline scarred with punctuation. We had our own communication. Laughter was the accent that rolled off our tongues. Shifts in eyes said more than shifts in tone. We’d leave our friends downstairs. Step up the apartment’s spine, stay silent until the door shut. Squeeze …

The Playground

The playground was reptile-infested. Students skipped to the posts, jumprope ornamented. Nailed into one post – like the hand of Jesus, split and frayed – a snake’s tail. A white python, dotted yellow laid belly-up on the tar. It’s belly rose with each inhale, exhale.   Child after child would squish the skull, poke the eyes, penetrate the nostrils with …