my clothes would warm a mother's heart
to see her daughter properly dressed
for winter
and my books
would be cherished by new readers
who would wonder
what sort of a person had marked in them before
not imagining me
and my friends
would move on
eventually
because they're the sort of people
who can handle adversity
at the service
my mom would have to check the program
because my dad
doesn't know how to spell my middle name