You’re It (By Cat Lalonde)
“You’re it,” she says slapping a hand across my back
before scurrying into the thick trees.
Mud paints our clothing in planets of earth
as we run, laughing.
I would never catch her,
I would never win.
You’re It
“You’re it,” she says slapping a hand across my back
before scurrying into the thick trees.
Mud paints our clothing in planets of earth
as we run, laughing.
I would never catch her,
I would never win.
Cat M. Lalonde 