One Foot

I remember being small.
I remember my brother and sister were my best friends.
I remember when lego animals were talented works of art.
I remember blowing my first bubble, all alone on my back porch.
I remember how I thought having a crush on a boy made me grown up.
I remember standing in a corner, for hours on end.
Picking up one foot, and then the other.


I remember long lectures, spit flying from her mouth.
I remember picking up one foot, and then the other.

I remember being pushed down, after backtalking, sliding on the grass, and falling.
I remember picking up one foot, and then the other.

I remember crawling behind furniture, to get away.
I remember getting away.
I remember picking up one foot, and then the other.

I remember when I let myself fall,
and now I just have to remember how
to pick up one foot


and then the other.