I Was a Teenage…
April 24, 2010 § Leave a comment
I was a teenage mole.
Not the kind that are adorable in cartoons until you grow up and come face to snout with one of the ugly bucktooth rodents.
I was the face kind. Conceived of flesh and sun, I made my bed in cozy thigh skin. It was a place I could be inconspicuous, easily forgotten. I sprouted thick little hairs like a tiny majestic crown. My body ripped them out repeatedly.