The little girl cat loves
for me to carry her
in such a way that she sees the world
upside down.
She stretches her skinny
little girl cat arms over her head
and gazes dreamily
at the topsy-turvy upside down room or
upside down garden and I remember
being just like that.
I would like on the ground under the big cottonwood tree
and stare up at the leaves in sunlight
or fly as high as my skinny girl legs could propel me
on the swing set
holding fast to the squeaky, rusty chains and tipping back my head
for just a second.
The monkey bars. My special accomplishment was to hang
upside down and see everything turned over all at once.
A private other dimension nobody else could see.
I pick up the little girl cat in my arms and
tilt her backward.
She loves it that way.

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