by M.N. O'Brien
We can play checkers
just to be good, and your mom
has collected enough thimbles
for the other board games. I saw
fifteen, and only went to the bathroom once.
Where is your mom
anyway? Buying threads and needles?
I should steal your old scarf, so she’ll have something
to do. I know what that noise is.
Home team banners and girls
running from boys clutching frogs.
What time does your mom come
home for the scolding?
If she sees me, nothing
good can come from it.
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