As children our kind could not
control what we saw felt and heard.
Especially in love.
When older we tried to slow it
down with self-medication.
Valentines Day in first grade.
I addressed all thirty cards to her.
Lisa.
My mom saw her name on each
envelope and opened up a few.
She gently said, “Let’s do them over.”
I didn’t understand.
She went to the store and bought another blank set.
In the middle of the night I retrieved them from the garbage can.
I gave them to Lisa the next day in class anyway.
