Super Mario Brothers and grilled cheese tonight.
Dance recital tomorrow, a picnic table for a stage.
But while we slept, remembering Nintendo
and anticipating sequins, a message crept out of me.
Bold red spots against a white cotton background.
A banner of fertility. A systems check.
And in the morning, while my friends stretched
shiny sequined fringed skirts over skin
encasing sleeping ovaries, I stayed in my pajamas
and waited for my mother.
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