Add to the list of things
I never need to see again:
The lifeguard dragging
the CPR dummy face first
along the concrete deck
A rabid crowd cheering
as the young soccer player’s collarbone
snaps on a bad play
The white interior of a slashed kneecap
towel after towel cherry red
on the way to the hospital
The encroaching bulb of a stye
assigning the eye a bully’s squint
How you borrowed baggy tees
and skirts to cover the tumors
that popped up under your skin
like moles in need of whacking
in that carnival game
I’ll just take the ankle’s impossible fold
and a leg buckling on the curb
wind drawn out of me in relief
