One bright blue day I'm wasting time when
I hear a red and alien word:
I creep downstairs, Mom's outside
On one of those
Chairs and she's rocking back and forth
Talking to herself or perhaps
found out, it
took us a while to
She's on the phone. With who? Why?
My brother? Since when?
And ten years later, I stood behind that screen door
Hearing those words for the first time,
Wondering why it would be such a crime to
Tell your daughter that her brother