nose pressed flat against the pillow, tense shoulders, tangled hair
head slowly turns
lashes sticky, eyelids flutter
head turns once more, body moves closer to the wall, eyes shut tight
“I CAN SEE YOU!”
Yells travel across the yard.
“I’ll tell your mothers!”
No backs turn.
Mashed potatoes, nothing else. Water, no milk. And soda, of course. Radio plays.
So close, no matter how far, / Couldn’t be much more…
“Mrs. Anderson called.”
Never cared for what they do / Never cared for what they know / But…
“MRS. ANDERSON CALLED.”
Softly now: “You’ll put it back.”
All these words I don’t just say…
“You WILL put it back.”
And nothing else matters…