Revelations: Only Five of Twenty-five or More
The first time I meet Annie
I bartered for a place in her class,
relief for the soles/souls of her feet,
my reflexology exchanged for reflective writing.
I had an adorable childhood
which means I should never be able to write,
but I am also stubborn
I often wish people would disappear
when what they say and how they say it
I ran away from home at 1 ½
and have been looking for
the way home ever since.
I bought a computer with company funds
hoping to learn which cords plugged into which slots –
unforgettable the dread that night
the long sweep of being found out –
before my 10-year-old came
to save me and my job
that morning in 1978.