bare [h.s.]

Mommy Dearest

"How was school?" She says
from behind her desk,
which sits parallel to
the front door.
I throw my bag on the floor and
bend over to pull off my shoes.

"Mom, we've talk about this.
When parents want to be
involved in their child's life,
bad things happen and
we all end up on Jerry Springer."

She takes her reading glasses off and glares at me,
"A simple shrug and
'okay' would be just fine."

I mumble 'okay', hunching over
while stalking into the kitchen.
"That's the spirit."