"Diary,"
My mother utters
As my stomach churns just from the word.
"Mom, I'm a boy,"
I attempt to make her give up the idea
Of a diary as she urges me more
Until I agree
As long as she purchases
A journal,
Not a diary,
Though she ignores me
And gives me
A diary
With the word, 'diary'
Written in large letters in the front.
