Haunted Childhoods. Pauline Michel

O That is so you can roll properly round the globe at the same speed as everyone else O

      But he doesn’t have one> Neither do I>

      It’s a gift we never got>

      So we begin at the beginning: we give each other round names O He calls me Bubble, and I call him Balloon< That way, we pump up our belly-buttons < This proves we can float together above the reality that stifles us< We can laugh at our anorexic bodies<

      Then we walk down the street exchanging secrets, so we feel free and full of courage to face the threat of car horns<

      I mention the (parenthesis) that Fve discovered to say whatever has built up too much in me, without being accused of lying. It is the hemisphere stage that Clara acts on (Where you are allowed to be) (Be what you want to be)

      He can see my tower, feel the trembling of itsleaves, and believe it’s possible to be loved ^.....

      We tell each other we don’t want to go back into their cages< And their houses< We don’t want to live in the corner of the classroom, rejected by all the circles forming around us, any more> The way is right there in front, waiting for us to go< We aren’t children any more<