I became an elephant. One evening, Joe sat with his speak n' spell working over his vocabulary list for the third grade. He asked, "How do you spell Elephant?"
"E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T" I replied.
"She is in kindergarten!" he said with tears in his eyes. I didn't understand, because I thought he knew that he was the one who taught me that word.
I was told to go to my room. I didn't play downstairs while Joe did his homework anymore after that.
In Melbourne right now there is a parade of elephants all over the city. Mosaic elephants, painted elephants, knitted elephants, all with their trunks up, of course. I see them everywhere and it makes me feel home. I asked a dear friend of mine, a man I was once in love with, who I still very much love, to draw me an elephant.
I just want a little elephant with me all the time. One that can never leave.
Now I have an elephant sitting above my left ear.
I just wish Joe was still here.