The playground is full of scene stealers, dodgeball psychopaths and line cutters. Maybe everyone remembers their first safe harbor in a face, their first port of trust. Maybe it was to the left of the slide or in the shade of the swinging monkeys, maybe it was a new kid as yet unappreciated by her colleagues, the outsider you can tell anything to, any nonsense at all that comes into your head. She rolls her eyes maybe, tsk-tsks a tall tale or two, but then she goes home to her grandmother’s house and combs through the hours of tabloids and comic strips and finally digs up evidence to prove all of your theories.
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 Nathleen here! http://www.marymccray.com/33-women.html#donna-nathleen-mandy.