Kim

Kim took the stage like a donkey piñata strung from an old mesquite. Precariously. Barraged by the abuses of the world she exploded into bits of candy and colored paper, sweet to the taste but sweeter still to the eye and rested not a moment in the grass before she was grabbed up by greedy hands and shoved into hungry mouths, indiscriminately mixed with bits of dirt and fallen leaves. Kim was an American poet. Speaking truth she opened herself up to be consumed hoping that divided twelve ways her body might offer something to those who would be quickest to face the still swinging bat.