Childhood

What did you do she asked

Nothing I say

 

But you must have done something she said

I didn’t I say

But it must have been bad she said

I did nothing I say

But your mother gave you away she said

So what I say

 

But mothers always keep their babies she said

Who cares I say

Even when they cry, kick and scream mothers keep their babies she said

It doesn’t matter I say

But you must have been very bad she said

Babies aren’t bad I say

But you must have been she said

I wasn’t I say

 

Then she took her hand

Reached into my chest

Tore out my heart

Ripped it into shreds

And put it back lashed together with the words

 

But you must’ve done something very bad because your mother gave you away she said

Then she left

Gravity

BR

Dare I ask how you came into possession of BR's photo she says?
Stalking Facebook I say.

I want it on the record that, regarding BR, my thoughts are purely artistic she says.
Define artistic I say.

Artistic – pertaining to the quality of a particular medium, in this case classical music interpretation she says.
I am speechless I say.

I am thinking of getting a Black and Decker gadget that blows and sucks leaves she says.
Dare I go there? Thinking of BR weren't you I say.

Then there was silence.
Then we laughed hysterically.