Children can be so cruel.
queuing to pay for my basket
of tofu, sesame oil, red chili & pumpkin seeds
at the local mart— a boy, lil’ spud of a child
pointed at me, singled me out
&, with the menace of Mephistopheles
laughed archly—no question, he directed the tip
of that podgy forefinger at my white, stubbly head
& beard, shaggy as a swallow’s nest.
his younger sister joined in
& his mother, bold as a radish
clipped the little shit round the ear ‘ol
— i didn’t get an apology
& why should she, or even he
—just, a lil’ spud of a child
hauled out the dirt too early.