Peach lip gloss, flecked with glitter.
A large banquet hall, gilded with gold. We eat round buttered dinner rolls here.
A large swimming pool with a swim up bar. I jump in with my toes pointed.
There is broken glass at the bottom of the pool.
I can see sideways into my toe.
My foot is wrapped in gauze under a sock, propped up.
Our tour guide grabs my foot and shakes it. “Hello!”
Sunday morning church for hours- the Spirit is busy.
We sweat and sweat.
I am hungry. I wish the Spirit would wrap things up.
My first taste of red wine.
”Don’t tell your mother.”
I am eleven?
I have a black cotton dress with white stripes down the side and I wear it everywhere.
It makes me feel grown up.
It is thrilling to hide cigars in our luggage for the trip home.
This makes me feel grown up, too.