I can't believe that I am on day 12 of NaPoWriMo. I have had a week that has no time left to linger on things. Rush, rush rush. It's the long haul until June.
You dressed in your cub scout
uniform. I stand by your side, holding my
violin case. A perfectly squared photo,
scalloped edges, our ages frozen in time.
Evidence we once were siblings.
the photographer arrived:
One too many taunts.
Lotion squirted in retaliation.
covered for one another
These days, not so much
Something about never speaking
again. I want to step into
that perfectly squared photo
Grab the lotion in retaliation
Then laugh as
This feels rough. I am tired. It needs to percolate.