seat,
let go, and begin to pump
my feet.
âTo the moon!â I shout as higher
we fly. I know she is there
by the swish of air that sweeps
my side, and the squeak
of the swing,
the steady, reassuring rhythm,
the breathing that breaks into
laughter, the one time she cries
in answer to a question unasked,
âWho cares!â
As it grows dark we slow our
swinging, then stop. Becca drops
her feet to the ground with a gravelly
crunch, says, âThat was fun,â and
is gone.
I thought that little girls grew up
and never came back. I thought
I knew who Becca was. I pick up
my backpack and say to the night,
âThat was fun.â
Whatever
The final project of the year.
Weâll be working in pairs.
Ms. Watkins calls my name.
Bobbyâs hand is in the air,
but not before Becca goes,
âIâll work with Addie.
Fine, whatever.â
Everyone stares at her.
She shrugs and sighs.
I remember her
calling, âWho cares!â
as she pumped her
swing higher and higher,
and I say, to my surprise,
âFine with me.
Whatever.â
Crooked Smile
Our private language is now extinct.
Our jokes are no longer funny.
DuShawn still has his crooked smile,
but he smiles it just for Tonni.
We meet each other only in glances.
We eat lunch at separate tables.
I see them holding hands each day.
Iâll forget him when Iâm able.
Spring, When Things Begin to Blossom
One morning, out of nowhere it seems,
there they are, small to be sure, but enough
that I tell my mother itâs time for me to get
another bra.
Addie This & Addie That
âOh my, yes,â says the woman whoâs stopped me
in the lingerie aisle of Awkworth & Ames, me
trying to look like Iâm just passing through and not
standing with my mother directly in front of the
junior bras.
âOh, yes,â the woman repeats, âat our house itâs Addie
this and Addie that, isnât it, Clay?â The man named Clay
nods and says, âIt sure is,â even while his eyes are telling us
heâs never heard my name before.
âItâs so nice to have you back in town,â my mother says,
and the conversation is sidetracked into where-
have-you-been and what-have-you-been-up-to and
how-long-have-you-two-been-married, giving me plenty of time
to picture the scene when Becca hears from her mom,
Youâll never guess who I bumped into in the junior bra
department at Awkworth & Ames
and I just know
how thatâs going to play out at school on Monday so of course
Iâm already planning on being sick that day and maybe
all week
when I realize her mom is speaking to me again:
âI think itâs gutsy of you to stand up for what you believe,
wearing that duct tape over your mouth and all. And that time
you told the whole class what you thought about domestic abuse,
or whatever it was, well, Becca says you were just brilliant,
thatâs all. She only wishes she had your nerve. But Iâm sure
sheâs told you all this herself, she certainly talks about it enough
at home, doesnât she, Clay?â Clayâs eyes have strayed to the next aisle
where thereâs a lot of lingerie involving lace, and I wish I could press
an eject button and be rocketed out of here, but I am riveted
to the spot. How could I not be, when Iâm hearing
what Iâm hearing?
âThatâs niceâ is all I can think of in response, but itâs enough
for Mrs. Wrightsman, or whatever her name is now, to say,
âYou should come over sometime, Addie.â
âOkay,â I mutter as my mother lifts up something involving daisies
and turns to Beccaâs mom and asks with a laugh, âWhat
is
the point of underwire in a junior bra?â And I wonder if there
is such a thing as temporary death, because I have just died
and I can only hope itâs temporary.
Butterscotch Cookies
Who knows if sheâll remember?
Who knows why Iâm doing it?
But when she opens the door,
sees the plate of
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