D
e
w
d
r
o
p
l s
on green grass my feet
s i
p p e d one foggy morning. But mom—no buts now you GET out there
and walk

but mom—no buts I said
now
go Mom….yeeeesss

where should we walk to

anywhere just away from here

go

so there I was s
l
i
d
i
n
g i n t h e fog
and crying

what for

I was not sure, but I tripped all the way to the sidewalk in front of the h o u s e, which

was no longer
M
Y

house

because my mother had just kicked me out

with the dog

that no longer inched because shortly after she kicked us out

he ran away from m e

but—no buts

i had

no regrets

because I then

slipped and tripped

BUT

had not fa
l len in the fog

and do not intend to