Uneven

St. Louis. Spring 2005.

Deciding on a whim to pierce my nose

With an excited friend who goes first while I’m

Watching. Flinching, admiring,

And horrified.

The skewed weight is a tiny ton and I wish

I could do the other side to match.

Summer. Around 2009.

My love and I in the car on the highway.

I’m squirming in the driver’s seat while he looks on,

Whining, growling, crying,

And panicked.

My bra is twisted, uneven in its pressure and tension.

I can’t think or feel anything else.

Last night. One AM.

Sprawled...