April Fox

The light outside the garage comes on
when I turn around
catches the lens of his sunglasses half hidden between the seats
It's late and I've been out too long,
longer than I meant to
drinking with my sister -- only two
but school's about to start
and you know how teachers talk.

He imagines, I think
that nothing gets to me and I know
it bothers him sometimes
that I'm unemotional and I wish I knew
how to tell him
that the flash of light on his shades
makes my heart flip over
at the simple thought of going inside
and seeing the way
he looks at me.