No – it’s a lie
I never covered you with a blanket,
or beat you up in my own backyard.
I never sent the red head home
with a bloody nose because you
teased my brother.
I was just a little girl.
I rapped on the window pane and
motioned for you to come inside – I
talked you into skipping school so
we could play paper dolls, but then
they were gone.
I searched as hard for those paper
dolls as I worked on twisting a hoola
hoop around my waist – she could
twist it longer – besides, in the winter
she never needed brown straps on her
It was when you laughed
I found another friend.