apologetic look as
Mom carried on.
“Don’t you know the cops keep
a lookout for kids like you?”
I wasn’t a kid. And
I’d never so much as
seen a cop drive by.
Not yet, anyway.
Exiled
to my private mauve island where pretty
pink butterflies fluttered on my wall in
a lovely Å-enhanced butterfly dance,
I tried to be angry, but the ecstasy
wouldn’t let me. In fact, it made
me take a peek at
things from my mom’s POV. I
mean, we did
stay out until
the cock woke
up to stoke his
crow. Not only that, but we did
the very things she worried
about us doing, and more.
Introspection
would be easy
as a dual-edged
sword. If you
acquaint your
self with your
self, you don’t