They bounce in through the door backpacks in hand,
slung over shoulders, mouths agape. “Emma!”
“No, Emma’s not here. I’m here.”
Puzzled, they sign, puzzled hits the forehead,
puzzled hits their wide eyed mouths full of wonder-
ment.
They toss Spiderman, Hello Kitty, camoflauge, pink and blue into
the closet, find their seats, ask, “Emma? Orange juice, please.”
I’m not Emma.
They sit with magnets [...]
