how many people do you think I am?
pretend I am somebody else.
where I was
there for a minute
that moment before I started counting
a snapping turtle shell under the pine tree at my uncle’s pay lake
I pick it up —
he laughs his cigarette laugh
we ate that one for lunch
he says whiskey in his hand
you can’t keep those things little girl they fall apart
and so it does
my long brown legs buckling
my hands full
I never did understand why mama kept us from that side of the family