Flashlight Tag, or, As We Called It, “Mexican Border Cross”
I wanted cuts and bruises.
I wanted to feel my skin…
I wanted cuts and bruises.
I wanted to feel my skin…
I inspect my body for faults, find many:
acne scarred skin, strangely jagged toes,…
…but in line, you say
nothing and don’t meet their eyes, any
of them, you just keep looking up at
the coaster…