I remember
when I was
about 6 years old
I broke something
important
and my mother
sobbed and sobbed
and I
didn't understand
because grown ups
weren't supposed to cry
and the phone rang
"how are you?"
(at least that's
what I think they said,
it's what grown ups usually
say). Her expression
changed instantly
to assure:
"good,
good thank you."
and I was
confused.
Because she wasn't.
Except now they
call me
grown up
and I have to
answer
the same way.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryarrangements of 26 letters that i hope may affect you in some way or another. aka drabbles from my brain. (lowercase intended)