His eyes explode




Tommy will not let me touch him

I show him a leaf shaped like a bug

For a while

he will fixate on it and forget


At dinner his fists surge

I tackle him before they land

We hit the floor

He drags me until we are pulled apart


Now he is alone in the field

zigzagging after Japanese beetles

               They are too fast for me.

               I can’t

                            catch them

I ask him to look at me

              Yes you can. They are fast, but we are smart.

We creep up on them until we both

have a vibrating handful


Our fists loosely clenched

we go into the dining hall

Open our palms


ten shiny green storming planes into the air



Liz Grissom