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Really?!
You, of all people, Mom
mad that I lied?
Junie,
Mama Alice warns.
Don’t be rude.
We’re not talking about your mom
or our separation here.
We’re talking about you—
your choices
and actions.
Help us understand.
This isn’t like you.
Sorry,
I mutter.
I was going to tell you.
But I was worried you’d respond
poorlywhich you did!
I think we were all caught off guard.
I know we didn’t respond well.
But the floor is yours now.
We won’t interrupt you,
Mama Alice coaxes.
As my moms sit on my bed
I try to explain
how I dream of mountains
as if they were long-lost friends
how I’ve always been able
to understand the language of water
of lakes and rivers and brooks
