The oldest memories in the back of my mind
Scare me.
Do. NOT. Inconvenience. Mom.
Do not wake her from a dream,
To pee at night.
Even at age four,
While staying in a camper without a toilet.
Her anger is frightening.
So scary,
The “inconvenience ” feeling
Had tunneled deep into the makeup of “me.”
And followed for 32 years,
I hear echos of it in stranger’s voices
And shrink internally.
Proof I am in the making,
If I pick up the tools
Because the weight of those old bags is heavy.
SickyBeat 