Alais Hewes

At Six The Counter-Top Is Still Too High

Standing on tip-toes
I arch my neck
And place my chin
On the counter-top.
Papers ruffle.
Pens scribble.
Lips move,
Making words and phrases
Too fast to follow.
My neck hurts so,
Caught between two worlds.
I sit back down
At my mother's feet,
And tease my sister,
Little blond-haired angel.
She cries.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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