her legs spread into
a simple arrow
the pounding in her head
was actually coming from
her upstairs neighbors
dust falling against
her red knuckles
the smell of carrot cake
somewhere across the wood floors
her fingernail polish had chipped
she laughed
thought of her brother's
action figures
the one that was an infantryman
with the body connected
by a hook and string
"yes, sir" it would say
yessir
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