In blood or in lipstick
(I can never tell them apart),
I awaken to see
shining upon my mirror:
STEPPUP
What can it mean?
Step up to the plate?
Take responsibility?
Some comment on how
I lost the dog in the divorce,
the new wife now sporting
a step pup?
But I digress.
What am I scared of?
The dark?
The madness of drunken fathers?
Not really.
PUPPETS!
Yes.
What could be more frightening?
Whitney Houston songs?
Maybe.