A wall of mirrors -
A
black rug with a circular design
On
the living room floor.
I
used to trace the circles
And
spin around them like a
Maze,
Until
I became dizzy and
Fell.
Then
my mother would yell,
Because
Floors
were not made for sitting;
So I
would jump on the couch.
Then
my mother would yell,
Because
Couches
were made for sitting,
Not
jumping.
So I
sat,
And
my mother would yell
Because
I
wasn’t
Doing
Any
Thing
At
All.
Confused,
I run to your room -
You
don’t care if I
Sit
on your floor,
And
then your bed.
Or
on your bed,
And
then your floor.
Or
in your closet,
Or
in your chair,
Or
best of all,
In
Your
Lap.
-Kimberly D. Villacis '15
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