My older sister Nancy and I walk down the street together. In our hands are plastic grocery bags that smell like shame and old onions. We are going trick-or-treating. I know we're getting too old fo ... [+]
that wasps can be short-sighted.
She's frightened of them,
so we hung a fake nest at the door—
said they wouldn't come in.
An errant stinger
zigzagged past
and we told her
it must have been because
he needed better spectacles.
She relaxed
as we ushered him out.
The ability of grown-ups
to tell all sorts of slanted truths
to trusting youngsters
is not news.
Other awfulnesses have included
the tooth fairy
(well, any fairy really),
that crusts make your hair curl,
and that kisses make it better.
In every lie, a grain of truth
especially
about the kissing.