Clench the Fence

I lied.

I said she said okay,

But I hadn’t even asked.

.

Lying to Grandma,

that’s how much I wanted to,

I’d even lie to Grandma.

.

The project courtyard had fenced in grass,

no larger than a tiny garden or

a tiny prison cell,

.

And that day it was covered in snow,

smooth, unbroken, clean snow,

like in Alaska or some mountain somewhere.

.

I clenched the bars of the fence

and stared in

and wanted to so badly,

.

just a step,

just to enter into this tiny wilderness,

right in the middle of Queens.

.

“Mom said I could,” I said

That was my lie to Grandma:

“Mom said I could go in there,”

.

but then

I realized

I wouldn’t fit.

.

The bars were too close together

I was a skinny six year old but

I was too big a human to fit.

.

I wasted a whole lie,

and Grandma told,

and I got punished.

.

But I already was punished,

and the fence kept the wilderness safe

from humans like me.

 

 

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About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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One Response to Clench the Fence

  1. hettypress says:

    nice one, Alice!

    We need a poetry and art event but I haven’t got time to help organize it!

    Hetty

    which day do you need box office help for the play? I can do any day except June 7th – which is the day I head back to Amherst from my house/dog sit on Williamsburg Road.

    On Thu, May 24, 2018 at 2:34 PM, A Poet’s Indulgence wrote:

    > alicebarrett posted: “I lied. I said she said okay, But I hadn’t even > asked. . Lying to Grandma, that’s how much I wanted to, I’d even lie to > Grandma. . The project courtyard had fenced in grass, no larger than a tiny > garden or a tiny prison cell, . And that day it” >

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