hills, eyes almost as red
as mine must be. Just about
the time the sky shimmers
light, Hunter wakes up.
I go to him quickly, hustle
into the kitchen to fix him
a bottle, kissing him quiet.
Since Mom was up so
incredibly late last night
(worrying about me!)
[hey, conscience, remember?],
she might just sleep in.
Maybe she’ll be so rested
that she’ll only give me
the second degree. I’m
sure not in any mood
for the third.
But It’s Saturday
Mom and a friend of hers
always go to the gym early
to work out. Which means
no way will she sleep in.
She pads into the kitchen,
notices I’m feeding Hunter.
Glad to see you made it home
okay. What time did you get in?
I suppose I could lie, but
that’s just stupid. “Around
four thirty, I guess. I’ll take
a nap when Hunter does.”