Taken With the Wind

“Where the hell were you?”
I sigh.
And it starts.
“Gone. Why?”
Silence.
“Were you with that boy?”
Sharply.
“Who else would I be with?”
I can’t lie.
“Camille.
That boy is bad news.
He has delinquent written
All over him.”
And I care why?
I wish I could say half the shit I do
In my mind out loud.
“How would you know?
It’s not like he hit your car
On purpose.”
More silence.
He couldn’t tell me any more.