aunt sticky poured froot loops on the griddle,
followed by the empty box.
she had, with tender care, put fruit sections in my juice glass,
and emptied the pencil jar into my cereal bowl.
mom and dad are in san antonio
trying to turn blue back into red,
and i am here, watching the cereal box go up behind aunt sticky.
factors to consider for my future:
1. it takes the fire department seventeen minutes to get here.
(at least, it did last time.)
2, aunt sticky always looks so crestfallen when she realizes that she’s made a mistake.
3. it’s good to live.
let’s go eat in the front yard, i tell her,
and she likes the idea. she smiles and grabs her art box.
when the firemen arrive, i am trying a dog biscuit (they aren’t very good)
and aunt sticky is trying to turn blue into red by adding yellow.
colorful, that is what people call my family
when they’re doing the lying called kind.
for play it again toads #7 at real toads. i used some words from grapeling’s list.