Cherry Bomb

    It echoed
    in the theater
    during a
    Lash Larue
    movie, like
    a demented
    ringing and
    off the
    The girls
    as if the whole
    world was
    blowing up.        

    My skinny
    year old ass
    busting out
    the side door
    into bright
    running down the
    alley and into
    the back door
    of Rexall Drugs,
    where I suddenly
    slowed my
    gait to a
    slow walk,
    down the
    to the soda counter.

    I ordered
    a cherry coke,
    and the old wart face
    woman behind
    the counter
    asked me,
    “what’s that
    big, evil
    smile all about,