Annabelle
They walk off, practically holding hands,
Stacey breathing down Mary’s neck,
Like Mary is suddenly her closest friend
and not someone she likes to call
Roly-poly freak girl
whenever she gets the chance.
I want to follow them, hide
behind trees and mailboxes
Like Nancy Drew, girl detective,
but I can’t because I have to help
Mr. Dawe put away the stuff
from our booth.
I hope the hug I gave Mary
earlier, after the show, will act as a kind of
Suit of armour, keeping her safe when Stacey
turns back into herself.
I was hoping Christopher would drop by
but why would he?
I didn’t exactly make him think
I wanted him to.
I hope the look I gave Christopher earlier,
before the show, won’t act as kind of
Shield, keeping him away
from me.