In the Orange Trees

footsteps hittin’ gravel hard
dirt n rocks crunchin’
under mud-soaked Nikes
red ants runnin’ along the groun’
climbin’ and clammerin’
‘neath scuffed feet

there I was:
crouched behin’ an orange tree
target in sight
fingers tight
deep breath in, and

splat
fuck
her face grew red
laughter
I turned my back
and ran

Raelee Lancaster

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