The smallest trench of all, I am digging it around my ears, my hands, my teeth.
Looping trenches like garlands like beads around my throat
tight.
When the bottom fell out it fell fast.
When I landed I will land hard.
But I am falling for a while, a short while.
There are all sorts of measurements gliding around the trenches trying to get out
Competing for attention. My attention but all I feel is air
Abrasive on my cheeks, my eyes so they burn and tear
apart.
On the one hand, the girls were running in the fields behind my house.
I saw them and didn't see them, we were alone. Except we were divided by distance, at least an acre away and also behind the chicken coops and green houses but I could still see them clearly because I made up the details I couldn't see in my mind.
They were hiding but in that way teenagers hide when they know they are being seen.
Each of the girls, or maybe there was only one, was wearing t-shirts that reached just above their knees. They(She) was crouching behind the barbed-wire fence that kept in the neighbourhood sheep. All of a sudden, in a flurry of fleshy activity they got up and ran away.
I was left with the impression that I had seen something I shouldn't and later, at the community center track in town, I heard more about dirty things that happened.
I can remember a lot of thing just like that, I can see parts of what I originally saw. Unfortunately the periphery sometimes only.
