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352 pages, Hardcover
First published April 16, 2009
I am always there.
But they don't care if I am
because I am furniture.
I don't get hit
I don't get fondled
I don't get love
because I am furniture
Suits me fine.
Her on the ground holding up the wrapper,
me with my hands up in victory,
"The CROWD GOES WIIILLLD!"
Two senior guys stroll by,
eyebrows raised.
We grin.
Volleyball has taught me to yell.
He went into Yaicha's room
last night
after he hit her
across the mouth
for reading
Cosmo magazine.
I burned in my blood,
I turned to Mom
as we stood in the hall
and inside my head screamed,DO something!
Her eyes glazed and wide
like an injured cat,
her mouth pulled tight,
Mom sighed in a voice that didn't match,
"It'll be okay.
He's just making peace with her."
And she walked away.