justwrite 17 november

and then what happened when she got older was that she crinkled as much as she could just to make up for all those years when cellophane was clearly forbidden a punishment deriven from grandmother to mother and no other questions asked none of the paternal pieces of the puzzle picking off the childcare muzzles they’d been fitted with at early points not daring to disjoint the careful balance that kept it all together that kept the weather calm enough but really not once no slipped from the pocket piece of candy on a faraway afternoon no bag of chips eclipsing the view of a child who would never have reported it never never thwarted this effort at conspiracy and you can clearly see when she tells it is that she smelled it out as hypocrisy from an early age but never engaged in serious espionage to discover it never hovered outside of her parents’ bedroom door or the kitchen to see how smitten with packaging they were how they purred to the allure of the crinkling sound so it’s true she never found any one of them caught in the act of contracting crinkle-itis which was really what her mother called it really the debt to sense she didn’t see she found in this freedom some sanity from commercialization she found no fascination in the marketing the packaging the brands stranding sense from nutrition on a silver-tongued island no lining in those gray clouds just loud and bothersome wickedness twisting the truth from the youth and tempting them with ease of delivery shivering with righteousness the matriarch of this clan would clap hands and stand and deliver her thoughts having bought up the innocence of her daughter an only child like herself and here determined to share the wealth in equal parts but in this case the chase ends too loudly and the granddaughter sees through at a crucial moment and becomes a proponent of reality balanced with health and wealth and wise she is early to bed instead of flying too high and mighty with the right hand of salty sweet deliverance plunged into a rustling packet tracking its contents straight to her mouth while no one’s there to advocate for the hate of unwrapping crackling not quite snaps and pops but even copping to rice krispies would be like copping out like hippies making friends with The Man and cutting their hair and wearing ties and watching the sunrise and then going to work on wall street if you see what I mean