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Apr 7
(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 7, 2018)

Pretty girl of the 70s, fully inhabited
in bell bottoms and t-shirts,
eyes like grandmas.
I was always trying to be where you were.

But I was the smallest of the cousins,
four years younger, awkward in the face
of country glamour; and the click-clack
social order left me on my own
sometimes in the weeds
walking circles in the hard yellow
grass around the Roy house.

Those summers were pretty borrowed dresses
for the anniversaries of aunts,
the Ladd girls walking dirt patches
between the houses to the church,
riding the yellow truck into the prairie,
the sound of wind through our hair like a song.

It was a beautiful piece of time
as they go.

At the end of the decade
you were on the cusp of boys
and we sat on my brother’s trundle bed
waiting for your favorite songs on the radio,
which were Rupert Holmes and Cliff Richard.
We were trying to bounce to the disco beats
of Richard, who wasn’t counting sheep
or losing sleep. This was the last time
I followed you around like a puppy,
before I became reserved and self-conscious
about too much love in myself.

And the next time I saw you
it wasn’t so funny,
but we didn’t talk anymore.
These poems for NaPoWriMo were inspired by a poem I did years ago for my friend Michelle after hearing she passed away, 30 poems for inspiring women connected to me. The title now says "33 Women" because the poem to Michelle poem had already been written as well as two prologues I posted March 31.

See Erin here! http://www.marymccray.com/33-women.html#erin
Mary McCray
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