8/6/2026

I’m holding the ceviche in my lap

Careful not to spill the juice on the passenger floor

Everyone else gets to stay back

“It's another party”, I’m told

Words of encouragement to remedy my attitude

I never want to go

Each time, I’m told I’m ungrateful

“Other kids would love to go to a party”

I don’t like these parties…

At the door I require a stiff push from her

My feet feel glued to the porch

I’m barely holding on to the tray of ceviche

Both an offering…