about it. Listen to your heart.
It generally says the right thing.
MY HEART SPOKE UP
Told me Brendan is a prick
and that, even more than our mutual
eye art, increases the likelihood
that he is, yes, my father.
Guilt seethed all the way
home. And there was no staunching
it when Nikki greeted me at the door
wearing a sexy red dress.
Like it? she demanded.
It’s for the station Christmas party.
“I love it. You’ll be the prettiest girl
there, that’s for sure.”
Without warning, chills
rattled my body. “Cold out today.”
See? I’m glad I didn’t go. Come on,
I’ll fix you some cocoa.
She pulled me off into
the kitchen, prattling on and on
about shopping and malls
and where we’ll spend Christmas Day.
Though my eyes couldn’t help but admire
her silk-sheathed frame,
my brain could not focus
on what she was saying, something
she finally took note of. Hey. Are
you getting sick or what?
She set the steaming cup