GOOD MARGINS / EXACTO SCRIMMAGE
Soles no longer spiked, I throw my last pennied fever.
Us girls tinned mackerel. Compartments in compartments.
Russian dolls galore. My girlish exoskeleton: a loquacious
fossil— A call for the hard launch, a love that glosses me.
I force the eraser to the spot. I tell myself Nike, just do it.