PRIDE

If you’re not who I think you are, you should be. Your stature for one thing. Worthy of a uniform. Soldierly to say the least. Just waiting for the call to arms. Snap that head to the awestruck image of yourself in the local Walmart window—a few more trips around the block— not to be missed by the new neighbour’s daughter—in cleated boots they could hear tomorrow— Bang, Bang, Bang! Back to the house, up them steps, and report to yourself!