You Smirked
like a no more tricycle training wheels, big girl
and assured me of my ignorance
because
‘I didn’t know how to get what I want’ 
because I hadn’t mastered the woe is me,
Naive Mama, 
distressed damsel,
play pretend bargaining talk 
required of a Cruella in search of her breeder. 
My mind wanders,
now,
more than before-
or maybe,
I am finally admitting that it wanders
more than before
the unraveling
of my spontaneity invited
apathy to stay awhile,
to spread itself over my heart,
to tuck itself in
around my skin
my knuckles
– a kaleidoscope reaction to too many
moral calamities

How I long for the days when cold cola still felt like a healthy swallow.