dissecting a frog

When our science teacher asks for volunteers to dissect the frog, of course you raise your hand. Knives don’t scare you, you explain, and you want to see exactly how things work. Exactly how. You’re the girl all the boys want to kiss. Maybe you’ve kissed them, too. You have the purple backpack I’ve wanted since September, and maroon chucks that manage to stay both on and untied There’s blue pen marking up your leg in swirls and sea creatures. You walk like you’re not scared of anything, and I want to open you up to see how you work.