The Voices Tell Tales

We took turns all afternoon Once I persuaded you to come out. You ran away and yelled “fucked up messed up “ from Debbie’s flower bed then returned to the car.

I forgot the imprints of my fall, Sleeping with mud drying on my jeans.

I remember that bodies pop when they land and I would explode like some sort of unholy watermelon. Pips and pitch strewn across the childrens play area.