Our time together was brief and occasional but illuminating in how closed I had become to myself. Horseplay dusting up only inhibitions: Billy Joel throwing a rock in your basement, the unmoved dollhouse in the sunroom, breakfast in the green, carpeted kitchen: you asking, “Cocoa Pebbles or Lucky Charms?” Me answering, “Whatever, you decide...” because my choices might betray some unlikability. And so I was paralyzed, some Joelean Stranger meeting myself in a mask for the very first time, afraid of the risk of choice, the self dissipated like a mist over a boat on a lake. Which is all to say this lead to my first self help initiative, age nine: to start having opinions, so as not to become the worst sort of friend I would ever have.
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 Jayne here! http://www.marymccray.com/33-women.html#krissy-jayne.