WRITTEN SOMETIME AFTER I LIVED IN YOU

Megan Falley

when i was smaller,
we were bandits.

i'd flutter kick from the shopping cart
while she plucked grapes from the plastic
and popped them in my mouth.

we would laugh so loud
the grocery would announce a cleanup in the produce aisle.

i remember when she cut my hair with kitchen scissors
how she spent the afternoon convincing me i was still a girl.

somedays i envy the thermostat
how she nurses its temperature
like a sneezy child, home sick from school.

sometimes i resent the silverware
still small enough to be bathed
by my mother in the kitchen sink.