jingxing

@@@@@ And does seeing cry out to saying, even in a damaged mind? A wounded brain? Oh, it must, it must She thinks My head hurts She thinks Something bad happened, and I don't know who I amOr what all these bright surrounding images are She thinks Libbit? Is my name Libbit? I used to knowI could talk in the used-to-know, but now my words are like fish in the waterI want the man with the hair on his lip She thinks That's my Daddy, but when I try to say his name I call "Ird! Ird!" instead, because one flies past my windowI see its eye like glassI see its leg, how it bends like broke, and that word is crookitMaria and Hannah come inShe doesn't like them the way she likes the twinsThe twins are little, like her She thinks I called Maria and Hannah the Big Meanies in the used-to-know and realizes she knows againIt's another thing that's come backThe name for another detailShe will forget again, but the next time she remembers, she will remember longerShe's almost sure of it She thinks When I try to say Hannah I say "Ird! Ird!" When I try to say Maria I say "Wee! Wee!" And they laugh, those meaniesI want my Daddy and can't remember how to say him; that word is gone againWords like birds, they fly and fly and fly awayI say "First! First!" But they only laugh, those meanies I'm under the bandage, smelling the iodine, smelly the sweaty, listening to them laughI scream at them, scream loud, and they run awayNan Melda comes, her head all red because her hair is wrapped in the sna