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I never talk about it.
It doesn't work.
I can't say it out loud. But I can think it. I think it all the time. 
It comes in different forms: dreams, day dreams, flashbacks, black outs. 

The wind came from my grandmother.
Her wind skipped my mother, but it didn't skip me.
I was riding in the back of my mother's car. She was running away from my Grami and her wind, but not toward anything.

I walk upstairs and sit down at my desk. I stare down at its contents: uncompleted math homework, my book club book, textbooks and broken pencils. My backpack hangs from a hook on the wall and my laptop lays closed on my bed.

Dear America

You are my country
But sometimes I feel that you are so far away
Like when I look at New York from Vermont across the lake
You are separate from me and yet so close...

FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN SCHEDULE
1. I wake up, very nervous and a little excited
2. I put on the new dress I got yesterday
3. I brush my teeth
4. I eat only part of my breakfast - My tummy has butterflies

On my birthday, blow out the candles
Quietly whisper to a shooting star
Watch the time for all the same numbers,
11:11, 5:55
When I found a four leaf clover,
Anything like that,
I wished on everything,