She hasn’t shrunk. She’s always been.
In high hair and pajamas, she’ll say,
“Want a pickle, ice cream, popcorn?”
She’s not comfortable until you are.
“How’s work? Do you like it?”
If you don’t, you shouldn’t, and she
doesn’t either. If you do, “Oh good.”
Her stool helps her feet touch
the floor. Her gestures rattle her
bracelets over her arm chair.
And if you’re upset, “Talk to Mimi.”