Prickly as she is, ignoring
vegetables, say blended, aspirin
by the couple, scratching the part of the leg
where the shin meets the knee.
There is only so much abuse
will take, will take you, to
tenth grade, school trip, leaving
the one hundred kids too late while the
bus heads down Main
too late — you watch it fade past the scent of gasoline.
Stabbing her with the fork
may seem inappropriate, though
correct, good or bad, justified
as three girls pass by scarred
till their parents divorce in three years
both quitting on the same day.
That way your equal; prickly as you are
never ignored, never forgotten.