The next day,
I tell my friends,
we're going somewhere.
They don't ask where
because they know,
I don't like questions.
On the way
we pause at the
village.
I hop out
and they don't ask
why.
I walk through
purposely bumping
into people
just because.
When I get to the butcher
I pause
and lift my head
so I'm seen above
the straw hat.
The man
stops
cutting meat
and looks
at
me.
I stare
back.
