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Element of the story (Simile (The red sweater's still sitting there…
Element of the story
Simile
The red sweater's still sitting there like a big red mountain
It's hanging all over the edge like a waterfall
I wish I didn't have only eleven years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box
The sweater that smells like cottage chesse
It's just my body shaking like when you have the hiccups
And stand there with my arms apart like if the sweater hurts me
And my whole head hurts like when you drink milk too fast
Far away like a tiny dot in the sky
I want today to be far away like a runaway balloon
The way you grow old is kind of like an onion or the ring inside a tree trunk, or like my little wooden dolls
A collar and sleeves all stretched out like you could use it for a jump rope
Imagery
It's an ugly sweater with red plastic buttons and a collar and sleeves stretched out
It's maybe a thousand years old
The red sweater
All raggedy and old
I move the red sweater to the corner of my desk with my ruler
I've shoved the red sweater to the tippy-tip corner of my desk and it's hanging all over the edge
I put my head down on the desk and bury my face in my stupid clown-sweater arms
It's just my body shaking
Repetition
You don't feel eleven
Not mine
When you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.
I'm eleven
Mama is making a cake for me for tonight, and when Papa comes home everybody will sing a Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to You.