You know
how sometimes
at night
when you can’t sleep
and you’re watching
the stars go
round and round
on the ceiling fan,
replaying
that one lousy incident
over and over
in your mind,
wishing
you’d done something
different
and that if you had a do-over
you definitely
woulda swooped down
on them jokers
like a vulture
instead of just circling above,
standing idly by
while your best friend
gets a black eye
and suspended
from school?