My best friend breaks her arm as she falls from my trampoline.
The school kids laugh at my hand-me-down uniform.
Nurses feed a friend charcoal to throw up all the pills she just swallowed.
I am every book on my bookshelf.
The lips of my first love.
I am bitter drugs and the burn of hard liquor.
Hot tea burns my mouth.
Unwanted touches from malicious fingers.
My mother's body shakes the first time I try to kill myself.
I am the scratch of the tattoo gun as it carves meaning into my skin.
Songbirds, fires, pop music.
Hospital machinery whirr.
I am laughter and library silence.
Fresh hot cross buns.
The ocean and the snow.
I am strawberry perfume.
Add the ones and carry the 10s.
Look both ways before you cross the road.
I am “wear your keys as a weapon and run”.
Two dogs and a white picket fence.
Travel the world.
I walk down the aisle of the church my parents married in.