Updated: Feb 6
Sitting on a park bench, licking my wounded pride
Just viewed a web page of the hood where I grew up
In every photo, I was marked as unidentified
Even “what’s-his-name” was ID’ed in a photo in a pub.
Being shy and mousy, my goal in school was to hide.
Not letting anyone inside.
In that regard, I was a success, I guess.
Breathing deeply to calm myself,
a scrap of paper floated above my lap.
I slammed my hand on the paper so it couldn’t budge.
Was this a note from God? I’ve been known to be a
I’ll tell you more and let you be the judge.
Two words, “I Will,” were written at the top.
Did the words mean make a list of new year resolutions
That will satisfy my need for retribution.