“Go ahead. Get it.” small voice says.
“Get it,” small voice repeats.
“I thought you were here to guide me
to enlightenment, not to suggest purchases, ” I say.
“It’s perfect for you,” small voice says,
pointing to the Mother’s Day card.
“Ask your son to stop by and sign it.”
“Mothers don’t buy their own Mother’s Day cards
and get their children to sign them.” I say.
“It’s perfect,” small voice says pointing to the card
of a woman getting a traffic ticket
and saying to the bored looking cop,
“Oh, kiss my !@#!.”
“Look inside,” small voice says.
Unsure whether I’m to look inside myself
or inside the card, I pick the card.
It says,” Mom, you’ve always had a way with words.”
“Small voice, I’m going to have to report you
to your superior, ” I say.
Small voice grins.