DC Playwrights

“little brother is watching,”
said the squirrel.
“you mean big brother,”
i replied.
“it’s little brother
you have to worry about,”
said the squirrel.

“little brother who tells dad
that you are the one
who lowered the thermostat?”

“that’s how it starts,”
warned the squirrel.
“he can be anyone and everywhere.”

“the guy behind you
in the express check-out line?”
i asked.
“counting your groceries,”
said the squirrel.

suddenly,
breaking into a cold sweat,
i realized
he could be everyone between
khrushchev and sean merino.