My Name Is Marley
I'm getting used to these creatures and to the fact that I am one of them, only smaller. They no longer look like monsters. They are harmless, for the most part. They make the same sounds I have always heard. Only now, and every so often, I recognize a particular whoosh of breath or clicking of the tongue to mean something significant. "MAR-LEE", they say, over and over as if it is some sort of chant.
They demand a lot of attention. Fortunately, they are infinitely fascinating, especially the facial contortions they will go through if I laugh at them: their eyes will widen and their brows will furrow. And, they have these things that ring their lips called, "teeth" which they use to express glee. Not quite sure what else they could possibly be of any use for.
Mom carries me face forward, completely the opposite of how it used to be, before The Day of Brightness. My legs grow longer by the minute and my arms and fingers are quick and larcenous. I will be standing on my own before long and then, "Watch out!"
I am nobody's baby.
They demand a lot of attention. Fortunately, they are infinitely fascinating, especially the facial contortions they will go through if I laugh at them: their eyes will widen and their brows will furrow. And, they have these things that ring their lips called, "teeth" which they use to express glee. Not quite sure what else they could possibly be of any use for.
Mom carries me face forward, completely the opposite of how it used to be, before The Day of Brightness. My legs grow longer by the minute and my arms and fingers are quick and larcenous. I will be standing on my own before long and then, "Watch out!"
I am nobody's baby.