for my foul temper and angry
words, protested when it
seemed I ought to and
somehow managed
to avoid
GUFN.
When he left, I patted myself on the
back for a game well played,
snitched open the door
and tiptoed down the
hall to eavesdrop
on the kitchen
conversation.
Mom and Scott believed
they’d bitten the bullet.
Little did they know
I hadn’t yet fired
off the full
round.
The Next Few Days
I Gave Up the Bus
in favor of rides with Robyn,
with a detour or two along
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the way to indulge
in some Homework Helper.
(Like it really helped!)
A couple of afternoons she
had cheerleading practice.
(How could she do back flips