Me as a solitary child
Who reads alone at the dinner table
And in bed, draws in notebooks
Wears funny glasses.
Picture me when I go to camp
I trot into the unknown
Sit in the train car going to the country
Along with scores of shouting laughing children
When we get to camp I
Get the last bed in the bunkhouse
The one nobody wants next to the counselor.
I look at the other campers
All strong athletic loud
I share a bathroom with twenty girls
Nobody has time to brush my hair
Sometimes I hide in a cabin
I make an ashtray for my mother
To give her when I get home.