"What's on your mind, Lilitu?"
"Today, I have been remembering
my Dad, blasting Dixie
Chicks, in his truck, on the Way
to the Garden, squished
between my brothers,
eating Krispy Kreme donuts.
As he idled before the railroad
tracks, "Want to fly?" he asked
us. "No," I said. "Yes!" squealed
the boys. He looked at us,
but mostly me, in the rear view
mirror, "Don't tell your mother,"
he said as he revved
the engine, and launched us,
catching Air over the tracks.
The boys howled, as we
passed the cornfields,
and I smiled, too, despite
mySelves. Almost home."