What can YOU say in six sentences?
When I was young, I was wild and free.
In the summer, my skin turned as brown as toast.
My hair stayed tangled, and smelled sour from sweat.
I picked tart blackberries near the railroad trestle, alone, feeling the thump of the train through my feet, counting cars, hypnotized by hot wind.
Bleach went in my bathwater to keep my insect bites from becoming infected; when no one could see, I let the dog lick my scrapes and sores.
I stole plums from an old lady’s backyard, and laughed at her as she yelled at me from her porch, tugging at the corner of her apron, her voice nearly invisible, my toes straining to grab the crook of the tree.