Remember stripping in a quarry     or it was

A field of white

rocks piled in mounds / Four feet and five feet high

as tall as I was then

But no machinery

remember rode my bike / To the quarry to the field

And laid it down     on the rocks / In the middle of the summer on the warm rocks

thought / I would be beautiful

The way the women in the magazines / Were beautiful

naked on the rocks     and stripped     / And lay

down on the rocks     in the quarry in the field it was

In the middle of my neighborhood

I must have been     seven or eight

the rocks were sharp     / And swarming with fire ants

I lay there crying out