Winicker Hates Paris

Winicker Hates Paris — page 9
Crayons remind me of school And school makes my stomach feel like a balloon full of bees I reach for my Be Fri necklace It isn’t there I shake my raincoat to see if my necklace falls out the bottom It doesn’t Mom My necklace is gone I push against Mom and Dad and Grandma Balthazar I bend down to look for my necklace on the floor I can’t see anything Just French peoples shoes and boots I stand up again It’s gone 12