ABCD

I am running very fast through the hall like                                 A: the boiler, the baby
always.  The floor is shiny varnish.  Going                              B: I'm shit, a bad person,
around the corner into the bedrooms where                            I'll be broke, I'll lose the mammy is I skid (am I wearing socks?) and                            house, I'm shit, I'm alone
I slam into the blue metal desk my father                                                       C: Anxiety
works at (what is it doing in the hallway?)                                                              Panic
.  I feel a sharp sting in my ear.  I stand up.                                                            Anger
I am shouting and screaming.  I think there are                    B: It's okay.  These things
others there, shouting and screaming too.                                  happen and I have the
In my mind I am wearing dungarees and I am                          time to sort it out.  This
so embarrassed because it is my fault because                                       is not my fault
I have been told over and over not to run in the
house and I have somehow hurt her more
than me.  There is blood but I don't feel it.
Later the stitches are in a jar.