The following was inspired by Christy Lee Barnes’ poem, “What It’s Like,” and it comes from her book Commodore Rookery. You can order a copy here, here, and here.
sometimes I dance but she can't ever keep up sometimes I'll go to sleep and let her become monstrous she'll make a recess out of night stomping and screaming and crawling and dissolving at dawn sometimes I bake wrap Worry up in sugar and butter cinnamon and pumpkin depending on the season I'm in writing helps Worry seems to dress up then, hoping I'll put her in a story "Put me to use," she'll say. That's when I like her best - when I understand all she wants is a place to fit in; a place to be heard
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Wow, Callie, this describes her exactly!