Brittle for the words Ms. Goleb cooed to me,
I was five years old and a muffin
crumbling under the wrapper
trying to keep polite eye contact but also
trying to tie my shoes.
/
She said something about a bunny and
I was too busy chewing dry lips and
turning over the little strings
too loose around my ankles
and refusing to connect properly.
/
Somewhere, in my eyes probably,
my heart was beating too fast,
my fingers on slippery cloth
fumbling the awkward length
into an attempted chokehold.
/
Her tongue clucked
and I risked a look away from her
to speed up the process
before she grabbed the “bunny ears”
and cinched them down on my foot
/
too tight.
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Lisa Herdman
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Didn't they always?!!!
Dahlink Lisa ~ You "Cinch-Up" my sense of humor! Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Author Community -
Wow this was a fun and intense read I love your flow!