FOURTH OF JULY

I let Jackson splash me.
I laugh at Uncle Tim’s newest joke.
I beat Aunt Darnell at badminton.

As Mom and I leave the fireworks
that night
I remind her
that she’s still married.
“I know that,” she says, and smiles.
“Yeah,” I say. “But does
Mike the mechanic know it?”
“Oh, Bindi,” she says.
What does that mean?