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Your Little Bear has sat in your closet since you were nine and
decided that you were too old to love it
Its threads have gone loose, and its eyes have lost their shine, and you feel bad even though
You have done nothing -
Berceuse (Lullaby)
It was he who fought for it to stay upstairs, disrupting the ‘nice’ furniture. Its left rocker had loosened, and its right rocker had been tied back with twine.
It would go ka-thunk when -
The Life that Grows on the Rocks
She stood by the sea, expecting to say nothing more
But her mother pried and pried, pecking away at her will
To keep quiet; like the seagulls in the faded corners of her vision
who drove clams into
the rocks -
Sweet Mischief
Growing up is being given things–
Memories, most typically recounted by your mother as she finishes cooking dinner
About how much you loved playing on the roadside,
blackened-by-exhaust piles of snow when you were four -
With Time I'll Heal
So, she sat there, mouth-breathing for quite some time. All day, in fact. She couldn’t help it--she could still taste the cloying salt that lingered in the back of her throat.
