I can’t even read my own writing at times-
Evidence of black holes in my mind
Subtle enough to question-
If they’re even there at all…
I remember everything being so huge
Life-sized skyscraper jungle-gyms
Being at the bottom of the pool
And looking up at rainbows.
I remember adults being cruel
And kids making up rules
You had to follow-or else.
I remember half believing in magic
Saving baby teeth and lucky pennies
Going under bridges into abandoned houses
Running into witches and ghosts.
I remember my toys being my best friends
I loved them so much and they loved me back.
I remember thinking my mom wasn’t my real mom
I was a lost princess
I’d run away into the mountains
I’d pack away some crackers and cheese
And they’d all be waiting there for me.
I remember being outside in the rain
Jumping puddles that were lakes and oceans
Being alone, I was happy.
Holes in my mind
I can’t read my writing sometimes
I remember riding my bike early
When no one’s awake
They’re in the house and I’m on the street
I didn’t wait for them.
There are holes and spaces
Things that happened that didn’t really happen.
I walked on the ceiling
And rode in the passenger seat of a car that was driving itself.