Busy.
Busy.
Tata go out metal collecting
most days.
Mămică stay and do sausages, stews
and clothes.
Busy.
Busy.
So it good timing to become
ninja boy.
Creep around boy.
Bunk school boy.
Do a runner.
If they nabbing me in this act
I know
I’m the goner.
But
X
day
is getting
so closer.
Bloody wife!
The day Jess nerves
shatter
to end of her rope
is getting
so closer
too.
Bloody Terry!
Now is time for preparing
to do runner.
Now is not time for
delaying.
I go where Tata keep his
metal collecting cash.
His wife buying cash:
in bedroom,
top of wardrobe,
deep at back,
in box for shoes.
I lift box,
open,
and reach my hand inside.
Hand disappears in
tens
fives
fifties
oranges
blues
reds
monies
cover all my skin.
I stuff my bag with
all my needs.
I take much wedge
and
in bag
squeeze shove
it under
jeans and jumper.
My stomach do
churn spin
thinking if Tata catch me he do
left hook
right hook
on it.
But I must to escape
X
day.
I must.
With bag on my back
I become the mouse,
tipping toes
on creaky floors.
I stop even from blinking
in case Mămică listen from kitchen
and know I not in school like usually.
I aching to hug her for last time
but
I fear to see the hurt in her eyes.
In eyes of Tata too
when they know
I not wanting
their life
for me.
And it vital important
I go to Jess
waiting
now.