fan clubs and hoola hoops
i'd sit on the edge of my bed, and wait. i'd wait for the right moment when the little swooshes and spots would stop moving, when the wind would stop blowing, and when nothing from the cemetery nextdoor could get me. then! i'd jump just so to miss the carpet, and i'd land with a FUD as my feet hit the small brown strip of wood. touch touch touch i had to make sure everything was closed, everything (and i had so many drawers then!). i'd wind and re-rewind and re-re-rewind my tiny twirling crystal unicorn until the song started just right, not a beat before, not a note after. then on to my door, it must be closed all the way no cracks no cracks. i'd remember Nicoletta closing it, my mom closing it, my dad closing it, me closing it, and i'd always have to re close it.
touch touch touch.
onto my closet, i loved my closet. inside was this white chest that my grandfather built with his hands, his own two hands, nobody does that anymore. it was white and made me feel special, because on the inside of the lid, where nobody else could see it, were white and gold and royal blue tiles placed all mosaic-like, and inside was where i kept my favorite toys, like my big old T-rex toy that moved its arms and mouth.
my closet had two sliding doors, and you could see where my grubby little fingers had held them over and over to make sure they were closed. tight, tight, nothing in, nothing out.
then back to my carpet, which was the worst of all. those swooshes and spots were terrifying and singified to me that something would swallow me up if i stood on it too long. so i leaped to my bed to avoid getting pulled under and would look out my window, which is where i saw my first, and my only, ghost.
i'm going to georgia. be back sometime.
touch touch touch.
onto my closet, i loved my closet. inside was this white chest that my grandfather built with his hands, his own two hands, nobody does that anymore. it was white and made me feel special, because on the inside of the lid, where nobody else could see it, were white and gold and royal blue tiles placed all mosaic-like, and inside was where i kept my favorite toys, like my big old T-rex toy that moved its arms and mouth.
my closet had two sliding doors, and you could see where my grubby little fingers had held them over and over to make sure they were closed. tight, tight, nothing in, nothing out.
then back to my carpet, which was the worst of all. those swooshes and spots were terrifying and singified to me that something would swallow me up if i stood on it too long. so i leaped to my bed to avoid getting pulled under and would look out my window, which is where i saw my first, and my only, ghost.
i'm going to georgia. be back sometime.