She smelled of mud and grass stains, grunted like a pig. Short stinky matted hair was wary of shampoo and a comb. The heat of the pig sty was a comfort. Hardened cow dung pleased her hands. She was much too strong, too rough, for her little brothers. It was the males who brought the tears to the family. Bruises, dirt and missing tooth didn’t bother her. She played with the older neighborhood boys, swore, smoked cigarettes and wrestled with …
Tag: Bubbles
Two Poems by Leah Mueller
Half of You When you meet your shadow, be sure to be friendly. Make certain your shadow is comfortable. Ask who it loves and who it hates. You already know the answers, but it will twist the narrative and make up a bogus story. You will believe the story. Spend some time in bed with your shadow. You will want to know how it presses against your exposed skin, how it looks when it can’t see itself. In the morning, …