Things That Bamboozle Me
You cannot roller skate in the house she tells my child.
Why not? I ask.
She is silent.
Her mouth gets all prissy.
Rose bud like.
I would not let him do that if I were you, a stranger advises me.
That’s because you are not me, I reply.
Not in a mean way.
In a nonchalant way.
Not snotty.
What is wrong with you? The stranger asks me.
I am consternated.
Confused.
Wondering.
Why do people think they can control other people?
It is a puzzlement to me.
Bamboozles me each time.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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