I.
Breakfast at a corner diner with yellow tile walls:
I told Mom that the milk on my Fruit Loops was spoiled sweet
& she took a bite off the spoon. She said it was probably 
just whole milk. I watched her buy a gallon of blue-cap every week.
we ate breakfast as a 1% family before leaving the city. 
It drizzled outside, scattering the lights from 
cars & cabs & signs through water droplet windows. 
Everyone was made of umbrellas (besides us). Sirens cooed.
We'd slept on cots the night before because the hotel 
had miss-matched our rooms-- I'd liked it because it felt like camping. 

II.
I sat in the front row of freshman English so I wouldn't
have to make small talk before class. The desks were chatting &
said: I've been drinking whole milk. Another girl said
she did too, that she drank whole milk until her hair poured. 
She had yellow-cap gallon lips. i imagined myself standing in my bed room 
with a tall white glass. How does one go about un-abridging a body? 
Adding the fat & the unbroken? Gods of vitamins A, C, & B?
I had teeth falling out like folded diner napkins. I thought maybe
boys were made of whole milk, that it was something they carried 
in their bones. Taste me then, I'm offering myself on the spoon.