I dreamt

of the igneous (rock)

   casualties of

my childhood -

   sweaters with sheep?

and boxes containing 

plastic boats

I was "least enthusiastic student we have"

   said

my 

  mom

in a letter to her mother

    She'd grown up with two younger sisters

and I had two older sisters. Women girls and more girls.

Fuck that shit. 

   The same year my teacher said I was one of the most enthusiastic students she had and I was a joy to have in her class. 

  And I was what six?

Earlier I think they thought I was gay because I had a lisp.

So I did speech classes with hot UNH collegiates. 

Problem? Solved.