We packed the car so nothing would rattle,
that sort of thing set Dad’s teeth on edge,
and we headed for our vacation. The lake.
The lake, where you and I would go to hide
from the little ones who wanted to stick
to us like ceiling paint, where you’d drink
beer, and I drank grape Nehi from an ice
cold bottle, and you said that Auntie Jean
and Uncle Dom we’re actually cousins,
and that your mom said that it was a sin
for cousins to marry, which was why they
couldn’t have any babies. And that night
I asked my mother if it was true about
Auntie Jean and Uncle Dom, and she said,
“Well, not really. They’re second cousins.”
And I said something thoughtful, like, Huh?
so she drew me a tree-like-map explaining it.
The next day I had a sip of your beer,
and said, “You’re are so full of shit,” and
you said you were just clowning around —
it was a clean slate with your own face on.
For dVerse’s prompt “Clowning Around” “A clean slate, with your own face on” a line from “You’re” by Sylvia Plath, and using the word “clown”, plus Twiglet #190 “Packed in Cars” © Misky 2020. The image is from WikiArt.