the toilets clean don't worry, but I thought of an idea for a book someone should make the other day. A book for parents... about life lessons you wouldn't think you have to teach your kids.

things one year olds don't get....
don't eat food thats too hot, don't try to get off the bed head first, don't run away from home if you're only one...

don't touch anything that comes out of another persons body.

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She didn't seem surprised
In the least bit
By the secrets
Hers were what I expected
Of someone
With such a lavish shell

Nevertheless, we didn't mind sharing
When our folks were bundling themselves up
In dyed fur and eggshell cotton
Leather gloves and evenly folded words of encouragement
Scribbled on correspondence paper
And tucked in front breast pockets

Then it was suddenly a cocoon of uneven warmth
More natural ways to grow within our separate backyards
And the baron woods behind her house

She was exicted that he cared about the minutes all of a sudden
I refrained from the whole truth,
Thinking that
She had willfully lied in her mother's freshly painted avocado kitchen

When her sense of reality finally did bloom
What thick mud was already caked on our faces

She had borrowed the red cardigan,
After begging for a flashy shift

Soon the loose threads were hers
Meticulously pulled from the pattern
With press-on magenta nails
Giggly glued
On her first weekend as a butterfly

The news spread fast
Embellished,
But still believable

I clawed at her chest
Before dad told mom what happened next
The inherited summer house
And then rip-roarious applause
I would finally get a lot of reading done

-C.W.

Feelin really sad right about now

Oh brother, Oh brother.