"cast" by Kate Peterson

[audio mp3="http://barnstormjournal.org/content/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/CastAudio.mp3"][/audio] i wonder what the men thoughtwho had to pick up the plaster moldsof my twelve year old bodylittle blue torsotwo green thighsthe yellow one signedwith so much thick black inkmy mother told me i couldn't keep themi lived in them too longthey stared from the closetwishing i would come backto fill them with my flaking skini walked them to the curbholding them by their cracked legsscraping my hands on the sawed edgesi still sleep with my legs splayedas if wrapped in their unyielding fibersand i wonder where they areprobably disintegratingin some jersey dumplying on their little backsunable to moveunable to bendwatching the gulls fly overheadday after daynight after endless star filled nightKate Peterson is a second year MFA candidate at the Inland Northwest Center for Writers at Eastern Washington University in Spokane, WA. She is an Assistant Managing Editor for Willow Springs, and her work has appeared in Breadcrumb Scabs, Podium, Avant, and Eat This Poem.