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I was a constrained contained trapped adult

chained within childhood convention confines

and chronology – a compacted adult blowing

birthdays away with great puffs hotly eager to

grow – suffering enforced politeness at a host

of indignities – from “children’s menus” to all

that was held from me by simple size – seeking

to step into my future to come in the whisper of

the wind, in ruffled pages -books swallowed al-

most whole – …. Only now – when there is no

like-hood whatsoever that I should be mistaken

for a child – do the giggles bubble and a skip

slip into my step.