Two blocks over and up the hill, the summer walk of forever through the thick, humid exhaust of Missouri, you were my only two-story house friend; and I was always very curious about how the two-story people lived.
We would use the landing of the stairs to play board games about imaginary adulthoods, the negotiations of paydays and inserting stick children and husbands into plastic cars. I used to hide my money under the board like a hustler.
In you I could see what beautiful and smart looked like together in one girl, the weld of quiet but not shy, the deliberate ballet of your fingers, maybe from hours of masterclass piano. You were like the figurines on your dresser, solid but also fragile. You could be sensibly stern as you flipped your long, shiny black hair.
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 Diana here! http://www.marymccray.com/33-women.html#lillian-diana.