Willing
You are thirteen and pregnant
and don't know who the fatheris but do know he doesn't want
to know. You think about peacheson the windowsill and their velvet
skin and how it wouldn't hurtif you bit into one right now,
before they are ready. You wishfor the fourth of July carnival
when you rode and rode the ferriswheel and when you reached up
your arms, the air pushed your palmsin a friendly way. You wonder
how much of this matters and if itdoesn't, why do you want to run
down the middle of the streetyelling fire to the junkyard dogs
free in their yards or anyone elsewho will tear out your throat?