My mother was good at jacks.
She and my girlfriend had a tournament
on the kitchen floor,
over and under, onesies, twosies,
all the games I never learned to play.
I was 31 and my girlfriend 43.
My mother was good at jacks,
not so good at mothering.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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