Why She Compulsively Smiles And Waves At Police
by Michele Bombardier
Come dinnertime, she’d pay attention for the thud – or screech of his entrance
wheel if he made the driveway. She’d learn the speed of the door
slam, gauge his footsteps for surety or stagger, then brace herself. Her
mom insisted she meet him on the door. He’d grasp his coat on the
hook, pull his gun from his belt, slap it on the underside stair, generally
pull one other gun from the black strap of his ankle holster. He’d level
to her, jerk his head up, and she knew
what to do. Scoop the gun between
her palms, carry it up the stairs
like an injured hen. Some-
instances it was heat. She’d
uncup it onto his bureau,
again away as if it would
waken. Then run down-s
tairs to deliver him a chilly
beer. She realized early.
The most secure place is al-
methods on the nice aspect.
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Michele Bombardier is a Seattle-based poet, writer, trainer, and the founding father of Fishplate Poetry.
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