Emily Corwin: pink girl takes a tumble
squish squash she walks
she dreams of woods
trees hankering for child meat.
The way is wet and terrible
what can she do boo hoo
spreads her mouth real big,
dry lips doesn’t like water
and she crackles.
feels so crumbly, she do too scaredy cat
to skate across the river
bone so skinny brittle
oh fiddlesticks.
she slips downhill like jack, like jill,
curls, rolly polly to the pit
she pulls the bad hip out
and chews on it
Tags: Contributors 95, Emily Corwin, Poetry, Poetry 95
