When She Was Having Most Fun

by marlescharles

I don’t know who said it first,
that ‘something has to change,’
but you both spoke the words
with similar sincerity and dissimilar
meaning: you got to your feet and left;
she went into a handstand and stayed there
for longer than she should have.
I know you know,
but I wonder, did you care?
‘If you don’t know the answer yourself, I have no intention of telling you.’
That’s what she said then
and later. ‘Fair’s fair, above all else,’
you know?
Not really.
Not then, anyway,
and, really, what good is now?
She was nine years old, and she lived there
all alone. I should think there had to be some
rules.
You have no idea how ticklish she is.

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