Variation 4: ChildAlice B. Fogel
When I asked them at breakfast I said when will I get the shots? and what shots? Mama said, and how could she forget that dog, the way the eagle circled over me, I thought at first it would hurt me but it had lifting me in the sky on its mind, rescue from the dog who was pale and foamed like the river sometimes does and she scared the eagle away. So amazed I said don’t you remember the bite? and she smiled and it was true it had healed overnight. Behind Mama’s door I hid myself where only her long mirror is allowed to see me cry and him the size a person ought to be. Just one making two, crayon-crayons touching like a kiss we drew together one tree between, and I liked the way his hand was my hand too. The tree grew out of a rock the way I saw them down by the river and I said I will hurry up and waste no time and he said I will slow down like a tree that loves a rock so well it will grow from it and I laughed because they don’t know, because when I asked where will you go when you die and who will love me then she said a little thing like dying is not enough to kill my love for you but tomorrow I will have to ask again because look what happened with the eagle and the dog that she forgot today. I am the only one around here who knows.
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