Hostage

At work he says to me, "How are you?
The last time we saw you, you ran out on
dinner. We all wondered where you went,
so we held your mom hostage." He jokes,
all smiling up a storm like I'd have an
explanation for him like I forgot my oven
was on or left my wallet at home. But
I know I've seen him since that night
at a work meeting somewhere. That was
almost exactly five months ago and
I don't bring those memories to work
with me. I don't put the train-wreck
feeling on the player at school while
I got my authoritative hands on my hips.
So I change the subject. He doesn't
know what an ass he's being. Sometimes
they just don't know.
 
4-19-13

Appeared in Eunonia Review, November 2013