barefoot florida
when i was
five hot sand
mixed with tar black dirt
and
lacquered
stickers waited
just under the surface
to slip dark spines deep
into my pink soles
my mammaw on that side believed
in
fake lashes and make-up mastic
and a rainbow jesus
sealed in
yellowed plastic
i played sky and scratched vinyl
on brown
shag carpet
our shades pulled down
to keep the kneegrass
out
mammaw had stories about kneegrass
with figured armor
and wings wide
their eyes rolling
with heavy lips slavering and
obscene
the kneegrass were bold
came close to the back
door
hiding in sharp sun
their weapons flashing
signals
between detergent commercials
whiter than white
she
told me of their buffalo-haired hides
and muscled thighs
how
they would steal cars
and drive
rubber pulling up tar and
crushed coral
under paved florida skies
she talked of
killing
them and all they had wrought
she even had a chrome
gun
a boyfriend had bought
one concrete morning
whitewashed
bright
i pressed against the
screen door sulfur smell
at
ten o'clock am
sunlight was already acid
mammaw at the sink
told me to look
"see them kneegrass
walking weeds
with trash
my how they must smell
gotta be someone i can
tell"
i looked for shoulder'd wings beating
armor and
buffalo hide
black skin and rolling eyes
a beast of great
size
but she pointed at two girls
my age
holding a pink
doll by the legs
one blue eye flapping open
they were slow
as gray sand
thin bodies out of sweat
i wanted to give them
water
to bring them into shade
but i could only stare
at
mammaw
red hands and polyester dress
eating the window
glass
and thanks to you i know
how to make monsters
we
have only to refuse
to see them as they are
from on
the other side
of our flyspeckled past
:separate
:other
:unhuman
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