to my knees.
Swing sets creaked.
Laughter alone with the thousands
of uncomfortable crickets.
Perspective does it.
I remember as a child thinking
we never really know someone else.
How privately my parents discuss the world
news. What was an opinion
but a few letters off an onion.
My father, twice, told me
"onions upset my stomach."
Two wrongs don't make it right, right?
[image: vladas orze]