I have a job.
Almost have an income.
It is almost time
for an outstanding
eighteenth birthday.
I have earned my wings,
can’t wait for my
test flight to freedom.
My head buzzes,
my body rushes,
electric, anxious.
I want a taste
of flight, a taste
of adulthood, another
small taste of ice
before afternoon dwindles.
The last thing on my
mind is Hunter, waiting
for his mommy.
I don’t want to think
about Mom and Scott,
planning birthday
and baptism parties.
I don’t want to think
about Leigh, who will
arrive soon and want
to spend time with me.
I don’t want to think
that the monster
might have so soon