Our caregivers seem to live
on muesli and smiles.
Once I was creeped out
by their taste in tribal art pieces,
but that has waned. Our caregivers
co-exist with us all; we never come
in each other’s way. There has been
discussion surrounding school.
Our caregivers firmly believe
in education, and plan to enrol us
at the local secondary school.
In readiness, they have purchased us
fetching bottle-green blazers.
Mine doesn’t pinch.