Looks like the boulder rolled all the way down.
Again. God damn it.
Crushed some of the rhubarbs.
Suppose it took care of the bees nest too.
See how there’s something good in everything?
No more bees. They wouldn't sting you,
but they scared you just the same.
We’ll drag boulders another day.
Let's sit up here and talk.
Rocks might be heavy for a decade,
sometimes two—
I’m saying there’s no rush for first timers.
Have a handful of candy—do you want to try a slice of coconut?
Hurry up—eat the M&Ms before they melt in your hand.
You and your brother, sweaty palms. Dirty faces.
What happened to your arm? All bruised up.
You got skinny arms like your mother,
but you got an attitude like your Mimi—your grandma’s mom.
She called you by your full name.
Do you remember? Your full name?
Dirty, rotten, face.
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