Them. Splashing and squealing in the crystalline pool.
Summer sun reflected off their skin, azul sky glowing.
Me. Sulked by the backyard table, swirling my tortilla chip in a tub of
I frowned at their smiles.
Their hair shiny and slick from the pool water.
Warmth dripping off of them like sour candy.
Me. Thigh fat spread like drumsticks. Polyester shorts sticky with
Chair legs teetering.
of my breaths, of my bulging
Was stuck awkward and tense
What about me?
a puffy cloud hovered above
sepia shadow spotlighting my
water-color seeping through rigid
air Soaking the rest in blurry plexiglass shaking And
alone in a dome of silence,
breathing the air of other.
Their downpour of sound buzzed like white noise solidified as
lying trapped under its weight,
What about me.
Tortilla chips dry crunchy legs red mildly itchy a
Why should I want them, if they don’t want
And I froze
tipped on my chair,
shielded in teeter.