Lunch Cookie (annotated)
Meg Bashwiner
At pick up, her teacher walked over to me
As she approached, I was worried something was wrong
(there was but not what she thought it was)
She said “Don’t send the cookie”
I said “What?”
(you did not just fucking say that to me)
She said “In her lunch box, it’s what she eats first and sometimes it’s all she eats”
I said “That’s fine, she can just eat the cookie”
(but but but)
“No, really it’s fine” I said and we left
(no one ever taught the teacher that her body belongs to her)
In the car I said
“Your teacher was wrong”
(the pleasure I took from getting to say that)
“You can eat whatever Daddy packs in your lunch, in any order you want, as little or as much as you want, ok?”
(the pleasure I took from getting to say that)
You can just eat the cookie
(whatever that means to you)
Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise
(they are wrong about themselves and not about you)