AT LEAST I THINK I CAN
When it comes right down
to it, I don’t know very
much at all about
the man
sitting on Grandfather’s
recliner, claiming it as if
it were his own. I think he
is
probably dangerous.
Aren’t all armed robbers?
And yet, would he be
a
threat to me? For all I
really know, he could
be a serial killer, a
total
whacked-out pervert,
stalking his next victim.
He is nothing but a
stranger.
A black hole. Will he suck
me in? Burn me up? What
does he want with me?
HE STUDIES ME
For several minutes. Finally says,
You look a lot like her. Your
mother. Her hair is darker.
You got the red from my mom.
Straight for the jugular.