Mother gave us each a quarter for the show
and a dime for
some treat
my favorite was milk duds
my sisters and I walked about a mile to the theater
serial episodes, Rin Tin Tin or Flash Gordon
we followed them each week
my sisters were older so I walked home alone
it had something to do with boys
I didn’t understand what that was all about.
but it truly disturbed me
not so much about the boys
it meant I had to walk alone
alone past that house
set back off the street
dark shadows, dingy windows
rumors, gruesome stories
I whistled, looked straight ahead
and thought of Ming the Merciless
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