Sure I trust her


I do

It’s the boy I question

Making up worst case scenarios

so that I’ll be ready

He pulls in the driveway

gets out of his car smiling

and approaches

swallowing hard

He sticks out his hand

I look down



take it

slowly lifting my eyes

back to meet his

applying just enough pressure

so that he knows

damn well

what this girl means to me

“Have her back by nine”

I say with a straight face

– it’s 8:34

Everyone laughs

Except me


This is the twentieth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim

earth and sun and moon
Taming the Beast

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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