BY DEVON VALDERAS
I used to bite my sister’s arm crack pecans with my bare feet even ate the rotten part used to eat chalk and then spit it out just to see the color used to eat Play-doh because it tasted good better than the vomit from the penny I swallowed because it was raining. I used to frown at the women with tall hair who asked what sound a cow makes and what does the cat say used to cry when left alone with strangers at the lady who rolled an apple on the floor at the babysitter who stood by the door and said, “you have to pee now.” I used to think airplanes might land on my head was afraid of a poodle with no hair on its legs had a pet fly that was green but always died on the window was afraid of a dress I thought was a tiger so I named it tigerdress thought it would protect me from the sky falling at night. * * * I used to think that one day I might say something unique but every time I try I taste that copper vomit from the time I swallowed a penny just to see what would happen.
© Sagebrush Review III Spring 2008