"Who are you?" her mother asked.
"I'm your daughter, Alice."
"I know that. But I mean, who are you?" Her mother's eyes locked onto hers; she was clutching Alice's eyes. What did she mean
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Rolli is a Canadian author, cartoonist and songwriter. Visit his website (rollistuff.com) and follow him on Twitter at @rolliwrites. "I Do Not Begrudge the Young" is in Short Circuit #11, Short Édition's quarterly review.
their ocean
of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I witness
the other
strugglers
While they swim
forlornly for
their own
conclusions
I am drying my
skin
in the sun
of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I witness
the other
strugglers
While they swim
forlornly for
their own
conclusions
I am drying my
skin
in the sun
