sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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plum and dirt and love.

"put on your boots." she said to me.
I hated those boots. I had asked for
the cool ones that all the other kids had
but instead I got the K-Mart version.
looking back, it's understandable. she did
hold three jobs just to clothe me and
she did go back to school to finish college
and she did love me, more than I deserved I'm sure.
"did you pack your lunch last night?"
I hadn't.
I hated packing a lunch
when all the other kids got money
from their perfectly middle-class parents
to sit in the cafeterai eating
cafeteria-bought food.
things like pizza and french fries and fountain pop.
I had my cheeze-whiz sandwich and my
granola bar and my
juice box.
"don't forget your key." she said.
I hated the key, too.
I wore it around my neck
like the jews wore the stars
back in that time.
it screamed, "look at me! I'm a latchkey kid!"
"I'm a child from a single parent family!"
"my mum is never home! I fend for myself!"
I seemed to think I did, anyway.
"I love you." she'd say.
as she kissed my head and I
could trace her smell as she left the room,
the atmosphere thick with plum and dirt and love.

2:37 PM - October 11, 2002 (#3)

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