At my mouse table
I don’t like the way I feel after I talk to her
the prodding into spaces where I fall down
People without stopping
There’s no rule I have to call my mother
I remember her washing my hair in the kitchen sink
There’s a reason an era when running away like Claudia Kincaid made sense
Three of us said at lunch we thought about it or had done it
If we disappeared our parents would express concern
and reading that book aloud to a classroom made sense
I break a little
from being little
I am often alone
The years keep getting better
all the things I see so clearly now
political heat
similar things not happening
In the blockade or the fantasy of the blockade
If you are too perfect you will never start anything
oh gawd, yup.
“I break a little / from being little” whew
Agreed — so good
Farrah’s back!! No rules!!!
Now that’s a title appropriate for April Fools Day!
I <3 mouse tables (and I <3 you, Farrah)