Childhood Memories two
I was in the basement, the playroom
that’s where all my toys were, you see
and Sheri was with me
and we were playing house
or maybe it was office, we did that
instead a lot of the times. I had old forms
that businesses were throwing away,
we had two desks, dead calculators
my sister even made a switchboard for me
well, we were playing grown-up, whatever
the specifics were, I don’t remember. Why
do children want to grow up anyway?
Because it’s a different kind of pain, I think.
Well, we were playing this make-believe,
when I proceeded to go the the toy chest,
pull out my sister’s old communion veil,
and walk around the pool table in the center
of the room, take a step, feet together,
take a step, feet together.
What are you doing? she asked. Getting
married, I answered. Chris Caravette and I
were getting married, I said. Chris was a friend
of my sister’s, you see, an older man, in high
school, unlike us poor slobs who were still
children.
