school shootings
I was having a picnic with Haley when
I decided that I wanted more.
I grabbed for Haley’s chest, took a
handful of her flesh, and I
consumed it right below her wide eyes.
I am stuffed full of private parts,
and I feel nauseous
all the time.
I am wrong. My brain
has become mis-wired from all the knocking—
from fists fucking my face between rows of lockers at
any high school ever.
I am an island but not
an ideal tropical island that people want to visit.
I am an ugly chunk of earth removed from a beautiful land by
an earthquake.
