Anna and the Emptying
by Kim Stoll
Let's be Anna. Let's be honest. Anna braver, a bit more brash. Would have kissed him, that's for sure. Would have in the tent and on the brown carpet floor. Warm her hands between her thighs on the car ride before placing palms to cheeks. That's not very Anna though. Anna zippering herself open and spilling out her Anna-trash. A bike frame, a bucket, fish bones, and buttons. Unfilled and ready now. Spills out smaller Annas. Spills out love notes and stones. Anna spilling. Anna ready. Anna already over. Anna ending herself. Perpetual Anna. Always Anna ends.