That muddy sneaker

hit me in the face

hard.

recollecting events

puts some effort into my breath.

how dare I get those white shoes muddy?

they came from shopko 

1,000 miles away 

my real home reduced to coagulated dirt and water

“What were you up to with that hunk?” cigarette lady playfully asked my mother

what is a hunk?

a thumbtack in your boot should have made hunk leave

it didn’t 

despite the careful position of the point

I try to understand the leafhoppers dancing in the grass

I know how to spell my name and am invincible.

invisible.