NOODLEHEAD DAYS BY TIFFANY SUAZO
- mclaspires
- Feb 15, 2018
- 1 min read
i remember taking snails home
tan little palms became their home
spending most days in july stomping on rain puddles
to prove i could be obnoxious
scraping my knees on dark grey concrete
the cracks on the sidewalks became home to my tears
whenever i felt pain
chewing big wads of pink bubble gum
wrapped in bright neon yellow paper
“only one piece” ma would say
i would grab two in a swiftness
sneaky sneaky
i remember warm chocolate milk
that made my tummy boil
salsa playing from the kitchen
where my mother & her broom intertwined
she never seemed so happy
when 4 quarters got you 4 bags of any assorted chips you wanted
having large knots in my hair
sticky dirty little fingers
and having shoelaces
that never seemed to stay in place
being 6 was a good age
digging for worms before seven
because dinner was at eight
and ma warned me not to be late
rice, beans, chicken, a meal i always wanted to avoid
rusted chains
unclaimed scooters
and a massive hill at the end of our street
that i was forbidden to travel down
the days felt like forever
like a television left on all day
on purpose
tan barbies
blue hot wheels
i put all these things in a box
memories to precious to give away
here i am at 19
unpacking that box
wondering..
why i stopped taking snails home
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