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