Who is that girl with butchered hair? She falls off the bulletin board like a stick figure, used to be magic but now is forlorn.
Hunger is her middle name.
She stands akimbo on the playing field, the ball is coming her way high and fast rocketing to right field where she is examining a dandelion up close.
Look into the mirror Miss Four Eyes.
She bounces a ball and sings My name is Alice and my husbands name is Alex, we live in Appalachia and we eat apples.
Her hair is so short she might be from a concentration camp.
After three weeks she gets a parcel of salami and pistachio nuts dyed red and rye bread with caraway seeds. The food at camp is poison.
Her bunkmate asks for a slice of salami. She is afraid to say no.
She runs to the forest clutching her package. No, she doesn’t.
The girl made an ashtray during Arts and Crafts. What is it? her mother asks.