Uses for Woods
Uses for Woods Lucinda Watson
Button Tobey and I were in the woods foraging for danger.
Button, who was “cute as a button”,
had a mother who always knew where she was.
I had a mother who no one could locate.
The woods were deeply green,
with trees that appeared to regrow
foot by foot, glance by glance,
until we were lost
which was what we had wanted.
The smell of boys came out of nowhere
blindsiding us with its sharp and painful ingestion.
We were the campfire and they were the Indians
stalking around us.
Girls wore shorts in summer then with wide elastic waist bands
that could be easily pulled open.
It took a while until one of us screamed
and it wasn’t me.
My throat had been sealed shut years before.
The scream released us.
The boys became boys again.
Button went home to her mother
and I to my house of silence.