The One Girl at the Boys' Party
When I take my girl to the swimming party I set her down among the boys. They tower and bristle, she stands there smooth and sleek, her math scores unfolding in the air around her. They will strip to their suits, her body hard and indivisible as a prime number, they'll plunge in the deep end, she'll subtract her height from ten feet, divide it into hundreds of gallons of water, the numbers bouncing in her mind like molecules of chlorine in the bright blue pool. When they climb out, her ponytail will hang its pencil lead down her back, her narrow silk suit with hamburgers and French fries printed on it will glisten in the brilliant air, and they will see her sweet face, solemn and sealed, a factor of one, and she will see their eyes, two each, their legs, two of each, and the curves of their sexes, one each, and in her head, she'll be doing her wild multiplying, as the drops sparkle and fall to the power of a thousand from her body.
If you be so bold as to read, who is being talked about?
posted by Yamhill @ 12:18 AM
1 Comments:
Hmmm... I was thinking more of a 'what' than who ... very good teaser!
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