Slug

We make mistakes we regret but cannot

forget. At age of six or seven my little

brother and I passed an outdoor café

selling cokes. Neither had the nickel,

but I had a slug and a big thirst. Digging

deep I squeezed it tight, and a little

rightened, dropped the slug with a thug

on the counter and treated us both to

an ill begotten coke.

I can’t remember what I wore at my

wedding, but I still remember the slug.

This is not the worst thing I ever did,

but it’s one that keeps me honest,

almost.