By Valerie L. Egar
As published in: Lullwater Review
Love is a goose, says Grandma,
tossing Danny’s bread crusts
to geese at the lake’s edge.
We hover behind her,
afraid of beating wings.
They mate for life, unlike some people.
Danny and I knew the people she meant.
We woke to their yelling
about rent, the refrigerator’s lack:
one egg, sour milk, half-jar
of pickles. The front door slammed.
Mother drove us to school
every day after.
Grandma says, Love’ll make you crazy.
Drying dishes, Danny and I watched
the red bird fight its window reflection,
seeing Mother’s fury in its flaming feathers,
as she shadow-boxed, cursing Father’s name.