Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

I Can Guess Your Age

He will try to outguess my age.
It is as easily done as guessing the number of seeds inside a melon.
I stand still, thinking he will never get anywhere near it.
He is a handsome man, a carnival barker.
I am the mother of three daughters, dressed in short shorts and knee socks.
I think I look 17.
He looks deeply into my eyes.
I do not flinch.
28 he says.
The state fair crowd goes nuts screaming at him.
They are calling him all kinds of mean things.
I put my hand straight up in the air.
They wait, wondering.
I am 28, I announce.
The yelling stops. They scurry off quickly.
The man smiles at me. I wonder at his magic.

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Ilene Bauer September 21, 2021 at 1:02 PM I enjoyed this, Caren…you have a magical way of telling a story… Caren Krutsinger September 21, 2021 at 9:08 PM Thank you Ilene. I will never forget this man's eyes. They turned black when he stared into mine and then he said "28" because he knew.

L Milton Hankins September 20, 2021 at 6:53 PM Saved another life..... Caren Krutsinger September 21, 2021 at 9:08 PM Hahahaahahahahahahhahahhahahahaha The crowd was so angry about something so stupid!