justwrite 22 april

Having written them I cannot fail to believe in their authenticity these twins these girls with the pink hats they are standing side beside the monkey bars and though each is the exact height of the other yes identical and not fraternal and in fact related to each other and not to some other mirror pair waiting across the street with puzzled expressions eating ice cream from inside a restaurant with a glass wall and stools you can sit on at the counter and look out as you spin spin your mess all over your face but these are yes the girls and they cannot help but try and as one lifts the other up I am wondering why there are no steps there are no ladders on either end just smooth poles with peeling yellow paint quaint but not quite functional for these two and they switch and the other one tries Amelia with the greater heft takes what’s left of the energy from morning tea’s sugar and the half cookie she found in her coat pocket earlier and tries to heave ho but still nothing and the two are stuck earthbound uncertain of how to proceed but unwavering in their goal even as they walk away this too shall stay not quite golden or green but the scene has all the makings of literature years will pass and the meaning will be clear having created these two girls and this peeling paint I am obliged to trust in their reality the sense that they can take care of themselves and can be trusted with existence which if you think about it is really quite a lot to have to deal with