It was the first time I felt
like a giant,
seemingly high above the backyard of the
world. Anthills dotted the ground,
waiting for me to stomp them into
nothingness, like a child.
The world spread out like a quilt beneath me.
Rivers cut through the earth’s soft flesh,
little scars to remind families of
their ancestors.
Cars drove down country roads
almost like a little trail of goosebumps appearing slowly on freshly
exposed
skin.
It was the way the land sloped and rolled,
reminding me of the crook of the elbow,
the bend of the knee,
the soft curve of your cheek.