Book of Lifesavers

Why did I become a book of lifesavers when Karen became
        a TV?
Why did I need to lie flat on my pink bedspread, upended ship?
Why did my bed disappear
when I became a tiny library of candy, all of me falling back,
        folding in--then stretching
out, accordioned?
When I was big, why did it feel like I'd fall off?
Do ghosts feel this spacious?
Do they have to restrain themselves from being erased
fizzing like a galaxy of ginger ale?
Where would I have gone if I didn't pull back?


Kelle Groom

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