My dad's half suspicious
from somethin he heard at the elevator
about me and Colt
and that little joy-ridin misadventure we got into
but he don't say nothin
in front of my mother at the dinner table.
After dinner
he asks if I don't mind steppin outside
for a little fresh air
and I say yessir
and damn if he don't know the whole story
though how he ever did I don't know.
I expect I ain't got the imagination
to know what's comin next.
Hanque O . . .
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