or is it not space but distance? not happiness; relief? aren’t you forgetting how you used to sit, after school, at the kitchen table, & tell your mother every last thing from your day, the funny parts, the frustrating, the boys you liked to play Power Rangers with during recess, the boy you let play the Green Ranger, before you had to play Not Liking Boys No Not Like That, before you knew, before she knew, but didn’t she, already?
