It was yesterday the cold wind blew and the first bite of Autumn arrived and they wheeled me into the operating room and the anesthesiologist told me he and my father had delivered thousands of babies in that exact room and the nurses told me my father was an angel watching from above as they put up the sheet and cut me open and proclaimed it’s a girl! I am sure that was yesterday.
But yesterday she tweeted about boys and paid her rent and her bills and hugged me tightly before she drove back to her place and I am so confused because yesterday she was in my arms and yesterday she told me I couldn’t sit there because her imaginary friend was sitting there and how could I not know that.
It was yesterday he stroked my face with his blankie and called me his secret name and had blonde curly locks that women in the grocery store liked to touch while he sat in the cart and smiled. It was yesterday we were back in the hospital for the endless IV treatments and blood tests and X-rays and doctors that saved his life. But yesterday I sent him money so he could celebrate his birthday with his girlfriend and it was the first birthday I did not see his shining face because yesterday he was three thousand miles away in a hotel with the other woman he loves.
It was yesterday my heart first filled with love and joy and fear and I swear it was yesterday I was wondering when the hell the teenage years would end and I was rushing time and skipping pages of Bread And Jam For Frances so sleep would come sooner and it is yesterday I would travel back to for just five minutes to put it in a bottle so today I could hold it in my hands.