TWENTY SOMETHING

The tight monotone of her voice

tells you she is in control

as slight inflections

punctuate the tailored speech

With authority

she describes the latest show

at the Guggenheim

Her hair hangs ever so slightly

over her right eye

Casual intent

Everything by design

Gone

are her giggles

and the way she ran with abandon

across the sand bars

chasing seagulls and

pinching her

Papa on the nose

What is it

We grew up about