"We camped in a yellow dollhouse"
Emily Gropp

We camped in a yellow dollhouse Sunday to Sunday tired, blacking out in stories, a heart monitor taped to my breasts, I lugged my last plum, into doctor’s offices cluster, bombs in dreamfields wreck, cause célèbre and effect, I tried to say any loud gasp, any bump and I was on your time, shock didn’t want to, be aftershock, itself so you pulled its hair out, didn’t want to lose me, don’t you think, I didn’t want you to see, what tape left on my breasts, shape of a country, I let become, a country on a map, a country in a dreamfield to retrospect,