Grown ups are strangers i knowthe scratch that tells you how tall you were
when the kitchen was clean and smelled like pot roast
when squeezed grapefruit halves are at the top of the full garbage
and papa's shorts are drying in a cool twilight
above the stone bird bath.
and my grandmother is putting the candy where we can reach it
and i can't decide what to play with..
the orange teddy bear we all share
or the keys that i imagine will unlock a secret room.
when i hear the name josephine
when i hear the name ann
when i hear the name dennis
grown ups are strangers i know