My dad's half suspicious <br />from somethin he heard at the elevator <br />about me and Colt <br /> <br />and that little joy-ridin misadventure we got into <br />but he don't say nothin <br />in front of my mother at the dinner table. <br /> <br />After dinner <br />he asks if I don't mind steppin outside <br />for a little fresh air <br /> <br />and I say yessir <br />and damn if he don't know the whole story <br />though how he ever did I don't know. <br /> <br />I expect I ain't got the imagination <br />to know what's comin next.<br /><br />Hanque O . . .<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regina-s-poems-014-caught/
