Mandaang
Guwu
(thank you) for the lack of electric childhood
I’m not afraid of one thing I remember
playing marbles
don’t let that Steely in he’ll
smash up all the glassies
into shards that kid
he’s crazy I know his sister
she said he kicks
cats don’t let that Steely in
I see my brothers tongues out
the family bag of marbles fighting for the
Tom the one huge one
we
girls wanted cat’s eyes comets aggies stole
them held them to the light rotating them
like fan blades get off
they’d say
girls play lassoes
long strings
of white knicker elastic stretched on thin
brown
legs I got out once we reached the hollow
of the knee back never made the thigh
high
jump no that was
primary school
all the higher-ups all the
hem-lines that all came
later.
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