where are the days of bike riding until i couldn't see,
of rolling down hills?
of evading space alien invasions,
stealing back my dinosaur egg,
eating mr. frak's rubarb,
and sneaking through the hawk lady's fence?

where are the days i spent shaking the house down,
busting my rhythm nation moves?

where are the twins that only i could tell apart?
little mikey who loved playing street hockey?
the tree i ran away to?
the boy i kissed under his front porch?
and that kid chris who always pooped his pants?

where are those moments when i felt strong
and powerful
and alive?

when do i get to be that girl again?
where did i lose her?
when do i begin to make sense again?