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Twenty-five

The tooth fairy left me a quarter.
For all kinds of teeth.
Large and small.
Under my pillow.
Mornings in different seasons.
She was busy.
Very busy.

The Easter Bunny did too.
In a pink egg I found near my driveway
When I was 7 or 6.
He was very fair
by my recollection
Because my brother and my sister also found quarters.
In plastic eggs of other colors.
Thanks to my father. Thanks to my mother.
And the sky was very blue.
by my recollection.

We lost teeth I’m sure in tandem
My brother, sister, and me.
My father would take his handkerchief and help these teeth along.
Close your eyes.
Dad has your tooth and it’s ok.
I promise.
Under your pillow now.
In the morning it will be someplace else.
And you will have the universe in twenty-five cents.
I promise.

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Just Maybe. 

I don’t mean maybe.
This phrase holds a close second in the list of my all time favorite Mom sayings ever.
Ever.
It was used. It was used.
I remember when I was in about the 10th grade watching Gone With the Wind for the first time.
on tv.
When Atlanta was burning we had to go to sleep. My sister and me.
School night and all of that. Nonsense.
Who goes to sleep when Atlanta is burning?
I don’t mean maybe.
So we snuck into my brother’s off to college room
my sister and me
and watched it on his tiny black and white tv.
I don’t mean maybe.
Continued until Scarlett made a dress out of her curtains. And Rhett told her to fuck off.
Not exactly like that. But kind of.
Maybe.
I don’t mean maybe has stuck around
my whole life.
But I cannot be all or nothing.
I like gray and the middle of and chances.
Except in traffic.
Then I will flip you off in a second. Just like my teenage self.
My Scarlet O’Hara.
And I don’t mean maybe.