Jimmystops dead a tall six foot five bony Jimmy faded jeans tank top stands in the garage Jimmy I gasp then take two steps through the back door into the shaded garage my house in the distance through the open garage door a motorcycle to my right a w**d whacker garbage can cardboard boxes push lawn mower its wheels stained green mud or s**t in the cracks is that you bag of sunflower seeds bag of Scott’s w**d killer bag of sand stack of pink easter baskets tufts of synthetic green grass Jimmy I am not a little girl I am twenty five year old me short dykey me left five years ago me
he doesn’t move black hair down to his shoulders left over platinum dye on the last two inches tattoos up and down one arm veins stick out up and down his forearms his mouth drops open It’s you he says we stare m
