On the Other Hand

On the Other Hand

My dad says, “Be a man – let it go!”
When I burn my thumb on the grill.
He says guys
are supposed to have scars
and bruises –
Makes ‘em tough, he says.
“Suck it up – don’t cry about it!”
He gruffly slaps my shoulder.
On the other hand,
Jenny tells me
“You hold too much in.”
“I don’t know what you’re thinking half the time
I can’t tell what you want.”
While we sit next to each other
In the field
Behind my dad’s garage.

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