Who Is the Liar

by Laura Lee Bahr

He comes around your room sometime after a family reunion and gets close and tells you you’re growing up so fast and you don’t see another person within earshot? You move. You move fast. Away. And that goes for any of them. I don’t care who they are. Men are dogs. They may sit, shake, and even wear a suit, but they’re all dogs. And some of them are dogs that will just try and sniff your crotch and hump your leg, and some will rip your throat out. And you never can tell which is which and who is who.”

Maybe it isn’t that we used to be happy and now we are unhappy. Maybe we were always unhappy and I just didn’t see it.