is a series of disjointed
sensations and images.
“You always were a solitary child.
You loved doing things by yourself;
there never were many children around.
You were the oldest, and you loved the company of adults.”
Allowance traded for bubble gum,
Bubble gum traded for affection,
The tightly wrapped rectangles lined our lunch box.
Lodged in the crook of our throat,
a cold, dense stone kept us from speaking.
"There is something wrong with me."
She made me write it on the blackboard 150 times.
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