and tap dancing and green beans and god and flowers and easter eggs and hats and dresses with ribbons and blonde hair and little brothers and swingsets and sunshine and hopscotch and frogs and tea parties and memories and prophesies and pictures and braids and bras and jeans and laughter and leaps and twirls and pushes and shoves and roads and windows and mountains and trees and feet and feelings!!!!!! and words and crayons.

"i be you, you be me / together, we'll be we" = my first poem that made my neighbor cry as i listened to tank engines talk and illustrated foxes and grapes in my basement while interrogating my mother about literature and question marks, drawn in the air with a small squiggly finger