have you ever had a grass cut between your toes?
when was the first time you gulped mouthfuls of pennies from the air, trying not to bloom?
if you could spring back or fall forward to one of your seasons, would you choose the summer or winter story?
who was the one who made you hungry?
did you let them eat what is left of your rage?
or did you expect flowers, a slipshod promise, the day you learned to tie your hair into bows?