I feel like a finger
that wore a band-aid in the shower,
peeling cotton cardigan
from winter-whitened skin.
I pray in the grass like a mantis,
a praying mantis is a girl in a green dress.
I like the prickly cactus hairs
on my hastily shaven legs
my flushed cheeks
and the wild wispy hairs
blown from my braid.
I like the squinting
the sweating
the juice dribbling down my chin
and the rock in my ring.
The sun,
who is my mother.
puts her hands on my shoulders and I tell her,
I am so happy I could die!