Sometimes I feel like Nora.
When I stand in the middle of the kitchen with one hand on my slanted hip
waiting for espresso to perc on the stove
clamping my teeth around a sizable cut of parmesan.
When I discipline.

When I team up or contrive a plan with somebody my equal.
When I lay in an X on the grass, a chair.
When I curl in a ball in bed.

When I push someone on a swing.  When I swing.
When I know I’m not a social worker, but could be–
should be.
When I know who is who.

When I simply say okay even though I disagree.
When I voice my opinion based on experience
and education.
Sometimes I feel like Nora.

When I take a break.
When I say yes to a dulce.
When I’m silent.

Sometimes I feel like Nora.
Sometimes I feel like you.