I'm Done Playing, Red Rover, Red Rover, Send Paige Right Over
by Paige Taggart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want to dissolve slowly

 

was decided today

 

cast in a sugar mold of me

 

without any gelatinous coding

 

so that crumble over time

 

is the only option, I had to shrink

 

over time, because the doctor

 

said it’s great to get used to

 

these things, and when my bones

 

start to crumble, that’s when I miss

 

the notion of an exoskeleton, or a

 

sturdy bridged-back in yoga formation

 

I fling, hello, hello in a Pepsi can, not

 

offering sodium carbonate

 

I say, free-up my trials of death, the

 

results are lousy and the river’s shallow

 

the pool surrounding feet, not climbing up ankles