and torture that comes with being small..
maybe worse is that you remember it all
no better than the punched hole in your bedroom wall
is the hole in in your torso
where you feel it all.
Of being little, and being small.
There was nothing worse than all of it all, running the block and a smashing down fall, the burning of sun and the rushing of blood and a stinging of pain and ohhhh just of it all, of being so small.
The backyard adventure, the under-the-sheet the ice cream bowl and the playtime mystique-
of being so small..
of being so small..
of being so helpless,
of feeling...
it,
all...
