can’t
stay
here, alone in this flea-
bag motel. I need
another place.
A place with
people. One
comes to
mind.
Home. I want to go
home. Tomorrow
when I’m there,
I’ll push Mom
to please let
me come
home.
But only until summer.
Clean, Maintenance-Buzzed
We take my car home.
Mom and Scott didn’t
meet Trey before, but
they might recognize
the Mustang. I want
them to like him. Need
them to love him, one-
tenth as much as I do.
I hold a dozen supermarket
roses in my lap. Scentless.
What happened to red rose
perfume? Has the monster