Hide and Seek
You left at 10 in momma’s black-heeled boots
That clicked on asphalt like
Beaded jump ropes.
And in pink sparkling denim, I skipped along
Like hopscotch.
1, 2, 3;
One foot, another, both!
And then a jump to scare you—
No, someone’s there:
A grown up man with a cigarette
And something pointed in his pocket.
“You wanna play?”
“Yeah, but you know I can’t—”
You whine
(and I believe it).
“How much?”
He snarls like the boogieman.
You giggle,
Green bits of paper,
And then you’re playing leapfrog
In the alleyway
And I’m watching.
I saw it all.
And long gone is pink denim
and beaded jump rope.
“You wanna play?”
