Born a Crime

herself into me. She would find
places for us to go where we didn’t
have to spend money. We must
have gone to every park in
Johannesburg. My mom would sit
under a tree and read the Bible, and
I’d run and play and play and play.
On Sunday afternoons after church,
we’d go for drives out in the
country. My mom would find places
with beautiful views for us to sit
and have a picnic. There was none
of the fanfare of a picnic basket or
plates or anything like that, only
baloney and brown bread and
margarine sandwiches wrapped up
in butcher paper. To this day,