…slipping through the cracks

She slipped through. Not average enough, not disabled ENOUGH. 'MILD mental retardation' is the polite phrase. She sat crooked, riding the gap until a split in the system broke far enough for her to fall. A system of straight edges to fit shapeless grains of sand, of long planes with too few crevices for the “special”. She’s lucky, she looks younger than she is. People who first meet her, ask what grade she’s in. She’s 25 with a million more cracks to teeter on. She wants to run away from home, packs her Hello Kitty bag. Waiting, she goes nowhere.