Pooky girl slurps her hot chocolate
with marshmallows. An apple and
some orange juice took too long
yesterday, she says; hot chocolate
and marshmallows are quicker,
and then she can pretend
she’s drinking coffee.
At the garden, she helped me
unkink the hose while telling me
how she told everyone in her class
that her mom writes poems and just
got some published, and one kid said
maybe his mom had read my poems,
and she said, Well, has she ever heard
of Marilyn Cavicchia? And the kid
said, That sounds familiar.
There’s fiction is this somewhere,
but it all feels true.
The Algonquin Indians have
a pretty nice way of living,
she says. I probably have
more than a thousand
hairs on my head.
If it’s Tuesday p.m., which it is here now, be sure to check out Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I enjoyed the poem. I like the line at the end – There’s fiction is this somewhere, but it all feels true. Mysterious.
Thanks very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
*I* have heard of Marilyn Cavicchia. It’s true!
Not fiction at all, then! 🙂
Very nice short scene. I enjoyed this. 🙂
Thanks, Katie! It was very “in the moment.” I thought I was done, but then she said the second half of the last stanza.
a good poem for a rainy evening in Chicagoland
Thanks, Bill! I’m hoping it won’t rain during trick or treating tomorrow, but it looks like it will …
yep – raining cats and dogs in Naperville