Restraining

You must’ve done it – blown up a balloon,
and as you let the air whoosh out again,
you stretch to squeeze the opening, and soon
a shrieking scream escapes – an awful din.
Some laugh and others wincing then begin
to block their ears. I want you to observe
I didn’t show your kid that trick. The sin
you call impulsiveness, I don’t deserve.

(Huitain)

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