This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is

The Thing That Really Struck Me When I Went To Junior High Was Class. I Grew Up On A Pretty Poor Street, But The School District I Was In Included Some Fine Neighborhoods - So I Got To Know A Couple Of The Kids From Those Places And Went To Their Houses And Experienced Such Culture Shock.

As I Enter The Small Intestine I Get Squeezed By Muscles. Its Dark And The Walls Look Like Slimey Crushed Velvet Theres Pancreas Juice On Me Help Me I Am Disintigrating.

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

I Wasn't Afraid To Be Laughed At Or Be Loud.

Flies Die In So Many Lonely Places. -roberta Rohbeson