Mangina Monologues I – V (Talking Out My Ass)

MM-II

 

When I was kid,

a very small child

 

I would play in the closet.

 

It was peaceful

and quiet

and safe.

 

It was Sanctuary.

 

 

When I was 17

living with Aunt Pollie

& Uncle Curly

 

I would cram my self into the bedroom closet

position myself atop the extra blankets and sleeping bags

maneuver my back against box corners, in lieu of acupressure

and write in my journal

in utter darkness.

 

It was the only peace I had

and that was soon dis-allowed.