Stacy Blair was
groovy and keen and
the coolest kid
on the block.
If she was your friend,
your life had meaning. If not,
you may as well die.
One day she gave me
a drawing she had
carefully colored
herself.
I cherished the
thing, hung it on
my wall – the next day
she asked for it back.
She came to the door with
Shauna O’Conner to give
the prized drawing to
her.
I handed it back –
straight-faced with grace – then
cried on the couch
for a week.
And that’s why I
threw a tantrum – some 40 years
later – when mom told 6-year-old
Aiden he could take what he wished
from a big box of shells Mom had
previously
promised
to me.
-ryn.09.18.17
