Today Is My Fifth Birthday
By Madilyn Lopez
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I wrapped myself in a plastic toy box. Loose plastic dripped from the ends of my fingers and it felt like love and warmth, but the buzz was a lot like a shot nerve. The love that encased me made my knees buckle when I stood. You know, how they cave when you’ve been sitting on the floor criss-cross for too long? Like static, like that.
I wrapped myself in plastic. I wrapped myself in fabric. I wrapped myself in the glow of a 2003 Panasonic T.V.
I hugged my Barbies and I ripped their heads off and I talked to the ceiling until my little voice went sore. I went outside when I wasn’t allowed and I hugged the cat too tight and I never ever touched a hot stove. I drew on the walls and I lied a lot and I flipped through channels like it was my religion.
My toy box was biblical and I was reaching out as far as my tiny fingers could take me. I wrapped myself in plastic. I wrapped myself in fabric.
I had everything I needed.
And I wrapped myself in it.
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