Hannah Resnick

The Trampoline

I sit quietly
Baking in the sun,
Listening to the gossip
Of the sun-bathers lying on my blazing black belly.
Pool water bouncing off me
And evaporating in the summer heat.
The girls get restless and jump around
But then they walk away,
Keeping close.
I stay silent.
Listening to them laugh,
Learning about hard times of their high school years,
And always supporting
Those careless summer girls.
What if I spoke up for the girls being targeted by rumors?
What if I told them I thought it was dangerous to jump from my stomach and into the pool?
What if I told them I didnít like sleeping on a gentle slope,
Or the brutal neglect once the sun stops rising as high?
Would they care if I felt forgotten?
Do they know I miss them?
If only they knew,
Iíll help carry their weight,
No matter what.




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