Cow Poke

Mixed media on board

In junior high, lunch was spent wandering around the back of the school building. I remember one Mexican boy who looked like he longed for me. He would follow me around as if he wanted a hug. I nicknamed him Cow Poke because he walked with an awkward mosey, much like a fat cowboy. In this piece, I am paralyzed with disgust and curiosity as he approaches.