Big Elephants Can Always Understand Small Elephants
by Sheldon Lee Compton, 3.24am July 10th 2021

Mommy couldn't get Poppy out of bed this morning for the big thing in town. The big thing is I don't know what, but Poppy doesn't like it or want a goddamn hot shit thing to do with it. He shouldn't talk that talk in front of you kids, Mommy says while she pulls us through the crowd.

Her dress is old but clean and she smells like breakfast, butter and beans. Her hair is pretty, too,

but I don't say a thing cause Mommy don’t want to hear it, even if it’s nice. She just wants

somewhere to go. So I hold her hand in the back of the crowd and pull my sister's hand behind

me, a little herd inside a bigger herd heading out to the goddamn hot shit thing that’s I don't

know what.