Above the World | Angie?s DIARY

One morning on my way to school,
I took?orange pills from our window
ledge ? the one facing Seneca Street

where mother watches me if I run
to fetch something from the big market. . .

I take her pills from the ledge, stuff pills
into the pocket of a freshly starched
pink flowered dress.

Behind grandmother?s bushes near
red beans -?I would make mud pies,
but this is where I removed the top.

All those orange pills stared at me, as
if they had?eyes ? eye like thos who
lived in our neighborhood.

I took one ? chewed it ??started to
walk, first past Charlie?s Grocery ? he
wasn?t in his rocker chewing on a cigar -

I walked down Avenue A toward my
school ? noticed one of mother?s friends
beating a rug against the railing of her

porch.? She never looked my way, so I
took another orange pill from a tiny?jar,
and chewed it like a baby asprin, glanced

toward the porch, waved to mother?s
friend, while I sneaked the bottle back into
my pocket.? I thought,??I must have taken

enough to live?
?Twinkle ? Twinkle little star??
Humming the same song, and?leaning
my head against the push out window

of our Studebaker? ?How I wonder what
you are??

I began to draw stick figures on our car
window ? Studebaker?s had push out ones -
I rubbed the window clean ? breathing again -

puffing, rubbing it, breathing, rubbing,
drawing, erasing, drawing, erasing??
exhaling, and breathing, drawing, erasing it -

?Up above the world so high?.?

?

I believe it was my first time to fly.

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