What I Don't Know

I don't know if a vegan brownie and a handful of Ruffles and two tortillas microwaved with cheese equal dinner; or how you sleep so peacefully; or the names of very many constellations; or if I can remember, I mean really remember, what it was like to be a girl, to be eight or fifteen, to do back-bends and dress up like a cave woman and not be so practiced-practiced with my lip gloss and my hellos; and, frankly, I don't know what it means to be able to write and teach and think and be a mother and a wife and a friend, not all at once anyway; and so I do what I can, which right now is not very much; it's just this; (at least I'm not checking facebook!); at this moment, I am doing nothing but this (And nibbling crumbs and trying to remember and watching you dream on the video monitor).