"To the Young Second Lieutenant Standing Behind Me in Line” - Rob Greene
at the Keesler AFB Post Exchange in 1987 (Biloxi, Mississippi)
No one looked after me or my brother back then, no CPS, no Social Workers, the SP’s couldn’t be trusted, the off-base cops even worse.
When the P-EX mini-mart clerk told me I wasn’t supposed to be there and had to leave my Pork & Beans
and bread on the counter, you caught up to me in the parking lot, my items in your tote bag. I got caught stealing a sleeved stick of butter
the week prior, but today had returned with the Susan B. Anthony dollar coin I found in the gutter. All I had was that and my pocketknife for opening cans and gutting fish, the reason my privileges were revoked. I wish I had answered your questions—What’s going on? Why can’t you shop here? Where are your parents?
before darting off into the night with the can and bread, dropping the piece of money at your feet.
