I Saw the Smirk and I Knew
I am supposed to always be kind, nice, sweet.
But sometimes my werewolf gorilla she-wolf comes out.
I have to tamp her down, and pretend she is not ready to
Bite off a child’s leg or better yet devour his head.
Today in the lunchroom was one of those times
When a particularly irritating child threw something
past six tables into the trash and smirked.
I turned and saw the smirk and knew.
It was the smirk I recognized instantly.
The smirk from my youth.
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