When I misbehaved as a child,
my parents never punished me.
They never hit or spanked or timed out.
Instead, they dressed me in a tiny Victorian suit
and served me tea in gold-leafed china
and sat me at my short, plastic table
in the Bad Room, saying into my ear, “Is this what you want?”
“Do you know what we had to go through?”
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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