bumble bee boy

when you teased
your sisters without mercy
at the age
of ten, there
so much to tease about,
the missing tooth,
the pig tails,
the chocolate
on their chin,
your mother couldn't
catch you
to beat you.
you were a bumble bee
of energy,
uncatchable.
she'd end up throwing
things at you.
a shoe,
a book, a rolling pin,
but it didn't slow
you down. under and over
the furniture
you'd go.
knowing you were safe
until your
father, if he decided
to, came home.