“Do you believe in God?”
Today was not the day to ask me.
I continued walking past the makeshift
homeless looking missionary. The sun
scorched my back. Nothing prepares
a child for the day she’ll grab
her wallet and roller blades, and take
the next bus downtown.
I worried for my brother. I left him at home
with a dead best friend and two parents. I
assumed, though, he made it to his middle
school friend’s house across the road.
I bought a hotdog from a food card
because chewing when anxious
never hurts, and often helps.
I wolfed it down and strapped on my
blades and rolled as fast as I could.