I'd be willing to trade a piece of myself
to be graceful -a gazelle girl - the kind of girl
who makes it home from the store
with the eggs unbroken and her hair in place.
You know, one of those girls with kissing
fresh breath even after an onion burger laced with garlic.
I'd trade another piece of me to stop
dreaming of tests I haven't prepared for . . .
in courses I haven't taken . . .
in languages I don't speak.
Or, at least to start dreaming
of passing and being fully clothed.
And, I'd trade a piece (not a big piece, just a sliver)
for an easy, photogenic smile
instead of the high, hard stick-up-the-ass expression
I've worn in every family album mugshot since junior high
gazelle girls snarked all over my crooked teeth.
It was fourth period Spanish, just before a test. I can still smell the Dentyne.
Some of the Sunday Whirl words for Open Link Night at dVerse