An -, without; + orexis, appetite

Shoshauna Shy

I loathe biology and Mr. Ortiz’s red eyes

that snake down my blouse when he says

symbiosis, how my favorite boy cousin

suddenly acts like I’m poison, the rust

that appears in my lavender undies.

Then Bridget who roller-skated with me

all last summer mysteriously vanishes

from her own home, her nightgown found


in the woods by the river. I eat parsley

for lunch, celery at dinner, do 300

jumping jacks before bed, want

my chin to feel bones when I

squat in gym class, my hair

be a braid thicker than my

thighs, my newest jeans

sag off my kneecaps.

Shrink myself back

to fifth grade.