Attempting NaPoWriMo 2019. Prompts by: http://www.napowrimo.net/
WHAT DO WE KNOW OF?
This is something we must know of: the ease with which our clothes sift
through our solid selves, weeds dissecting the wind.
The paraphernalia of all that a person owns can be laid out on a table,
Six summers here I have spent, this one included,
my shirt pasted to my back, the sweat dripping down my spine.
I hoisted myself over the wall, stepping on the mouth
of each brick jutting out. I want to tell you about
the two centimetre abrasion stapled above my ankle.