I stuff my stomach
into a faded boy’s t- shirt and a pair of my younger brother’s cut off corduroys
smile for the camera
so you can’t see the stickers poking through my tube socks
a tomboy’s grin
pulled to my ears, listening for the Nova to pull up the driveway
a scarecrow smile
given to a little sister in hopes the plates our mother throws
won’t break
Excellant
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