an example of my (hyper)sensitivity

once, when i was a very little girl

my mom came out the front door of
our house

and found me crying.

she worried. what's wrong,
she asked. are you hurt? what

i looked up at her,
swallowing the sad air around me,
and lamented,

the birdie is looking at me.

i was pointing at a potato bug.

No comments:

Post a Comment