1912 O’Connell<\/p>\n
February 15, 2012<\/p>\n
Dear Pink House,<\/p>\n
It’s been a long time; I hope you are well!\u00a0<\/p>\n
You may not remember me; after all,<\/p>\n
who didn’t<\/em> pick the blackberries that grew along the back fence line,<\/p>\n too naive even to watch for the snakes<\/p>\n that undoubtedly must’ve been watching out for themselves?<\/p>\n Who didn’t<\/em> turn cartwheels in the cool dark blades of your summer grass,<\/p>\n lingering in the dusk for those last precious minutes<\/p>\n before the mother called her name?<\/p>\n But I wrote my name in black magic marker<\/p>\n on the hardwood floor of the only original bedroom,<\/p>\n when it was pink.<\/p>\n And I bet I’m the only one<\/p>\n who hit a frog with a stick on the narrow walk before the kitchen window,<\/p>\n and then cried and fretted, stomach all aknot with shame and regret.<\/p>\n I bet I’m the only one<\/p>\n who planted a sweet potato eye in the boxwood bed<\/p>\n and found a surprise purple blossom<\/p>\n on the vine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 1912 O’Connell February 15, 2012 Dear Pink House, It’s been a long time; I hope you are well!\u00a0 You may not remember me; after all, who didn’t pick the blackberries that grew along the back fence line, too naive even … Continue reading