Girl Ephemeral

I showed up first,

(they said I pieced them together)

and with

chubby white-knuckled fists grabbed whatever

I could,

like shattered glass

into a kaleidoscope.

I heard about an exercise

where you work backwards to interpret a play -

find the impetus

and attach it to whatever came after it -

(making sense of the

nonsense)

tying red strings

to pins and

looking for a spider,

and I remember that

Spring morning

where it felt like we'd just discovered

the sun

and we reached

in the grass

on scuffed knees

for candy in colored eggs.

I felt less lost

when we were all looking together.