Just for fun, my nieces
pull the wings off
Lego airplanes.
“Behave!” I say, reminding them
of their mother’s last words
before she passed
a box of sparklers around
and drove to the mall
for a pedicure.
I’m in charge,
but soon there is blood
red splattering
the macaroni and cheese.
Only pure evil
requires that much
ketchup on any meal!
The dog eats the cat
food, then throws up.
I’m on my knees
mopping vomit
when I snap.
A scream cuts off.
I’ve killed one
so I grab the other,
my fingers crushing
the thin neck
of a second bottle.
