For Mom and Beth to move back home
For Dad to stop smoking
For him to be happy again
To be able to do a cartwheel like Tammy
To curl my bangs into a fan shape without burning my forehead
To know how to talk to boys
To get Mike Taylor to like me
To hold his hand during “Couples and Trios”
To skate backwards like that head-banger guy to Welcome to the Jungle
To know all the words to “Ice, Ice Baby”
A pair of Hammer pants
To start my own Babysitters Club.
C and C Music Factory’s single “Everybody Dance Now”
To dance like Sarah Jessica Parker in “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”
Frosty pink lipstick
A ride to the mall.
A “Coed Naked” t-shirt
For my chest to grow so I can stop pinning shoulder pads inside my bra
To sing like Wilson Phillips.
To watch all the Halloween movies
To not have to babysit my sister after school
To perfect dance moves with Tammy to Van Halen’s “Jump”
To be Becca from Life Goes On.
To see my poem published in the National Library of Poetry’s book (I paid $30).
To sit with Kathleen Kennedy at lunch
For fat Sabrina Wimbsatt to stop following me around
For Nicole Ellis not to stare at me on the bus with her snake eyes and say she’s gonna beat me up
For everyone to believe the name with hearts I wrote all over my books was really my boyfriend’s.
To stop crying so much
To go back to my old school
To go back to church
For Mom to leave Jim
To be able to see her again without us fighting
For her to understand why I’m mad at her
For Dad not to be gone so much
For it always to be like on car-rides to New Jersey when I have him to myself
To have him to myself
To have him