Month: June 2015

Old pal

I once told you
about me…
I shared
my muse
and my inner-self….
If you continue
to turn it
back on to me,
like a wedge,
I will be forced
to forget you.
It is the worst thing
I can think to do;
as the alternative,
of assault,
seems unlike me…
and risky.
You know my wonts
and they were shared
on secret
and in the trust
of an old
friendship.
Let that be
where
we
are…
Buddy.

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Tiny-Bully

I am working
in the back room
of a small grocery store,
not too far
from the restrooms.
A little girl
(perhaps nine
or ten)
returning from the restroom
suddenly hugs
my left arm.
She is scrawny,
pig-tailed
and precocious….
She says,
“Hello, fat-boy!”
and grins wide.
I manage to mumble a,
“Wha..?”
She repeats herself,
her smile widening,
her eyes fluttering.
I cannot tell
if she is cruel
or kidding…
all I wonder
is
is it wrong
to want to punch
a child?