||[Jan. 3rd, 2012|10:17 pm]
i'm six and i'm carrying a sippy cup of orange drink.
my swimsuit bottoms are too small,
so there are deep, red lines around my thighs.
my legs are sticky with wet grass.
i don’t know whose house i'm at,
but i really have to pee.
i approach the mystery house
first opening the screen door, then
the heavy back door.
there are more doors inside
and two barking horses,
jumping and pushing their giant hooves into my
inflated belly; my full bladder,
but there are no people.
i shove past the mares
out of the laundry room, where earlier
i was handed a soft, warm towel
with Tigger and his arms to wrap me up in.
i spot a potty on the other side of the kitchen
across from the fuzzy staircase.
my swimsuit is stinging my bottom
but the galloping is coming closer behind me.
one more nudge and i know i won't be able to hold it anymore.
i ready my stance
and saddle up just in time
to ride away, leaving only
yellow paw-prints across the cream linoleum floor.