Some home movies play
in the mind.
Out-takes squeezed-off by the third-eye
linger long. Cuts like: a girl being shoved
(back into place)
beside the boy who always anticipated
(and jumped) before being told.
Don’t forget the antagonist mother...
in mid-snarl always unhappy.
And then there’s that father...
always rushing out of frame
too safely busy to be caught up
in the depths of the madness.
But wait, there’s more –
here comes their dog with ulcers.
Suzanne Sunshower is a writer/artist from Detroit, recently relocated to a tiny camper in the big woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where she is learning how to relax.