The Girls on One Wild Ride
she said she always
thought i was prissy
and asked if I thought
she was a "trip" in the same
single pause between breaths.
I stuck my chin out
so that she was looking
up my nose and answered "no"
because I knew how that would piss her off.
But, she is a trip.
A long time tweaker, tweak-free one year
but it's too late
because she can't sit still,
her arms wiggle and
her feet jiggle
and she's always shaking her head,
dropping it
and heaving it back up again,
as though the weight of the world
was under the skin of her brow,
under her skull,
filling all that space
where her brain used to be.
Yeah, she's a trip alright,
or one one
and she ain't coming back
anytime soon,
if at all.
by
Lisa Marie Zaran
