My family does not believe me,
especially my father.
My mother gives the usual platitudes,
'of course, dear' and 'yes, I see him.'
I know she means well.
I also know she is lying;
she told me once that Jason was
'taking up the entire space in the house.'
'Would I like to take him out to play in the garden?'
Jason, you see, he is a dragon,
a tiny dragon that I carry in my pocket.
He became my friend
just after Herbert disappeared.
Jason is very naughty,
I do my best to control him,
but he does set fire to things:
Bits of paper,
once my homework,
my sister's hat,
a few things in the garden shed.
Then Jason set fire
to the carpet
in my bedroom.
I started visiting a new doctor
with my mom;
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2021
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