Something Is Wrong

Dad hasn’t told a joke
in three days.
When Mom asked
if he wanted a second helping
of lemon pie
(his favorite food
in the entire universe
including nebulas),
he said, “No thanks, honey.”

 

Mom isn’t laughing
like she usually does
(only once, really—
when Twink made goofy
baby bird faces).

 

Mom and Dad
stay up late
into the night
whispering.

 

I tell Rose
I’m worried.
I’m worried my parents
are getting a divorce.