Like some days you might say
something stupid, and that’s the part of
you that’s still ten. Or maybe some
days you might need to sit on your
mama’s lap because you’re scared, and
that’s the part of you that’s five. And
maybe one day when you’re all grown
up maybe you will need to cry like if
you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s
what I tell Mama when she’s sad
and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling
three.
Because the way you grow old is
kind of like an onion or like the rings
inside a tree trunk or like my little
wooden dolls that fit one inside the