it is a dangerous game.
i know this,
because an old woman toldme
as i helped her across the street.
a slip of the tongue,
ablink of an eye -
all illusions fall to dust.
then a shooting starcarried her away.
i was left on the sidewalk,
with a bag offorgotten groceries
and a thousand unanswered questions.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.