Bedtime Story for Vicious Parentsby Christopher Citro
There are bad children on the moon. Stuck there, where their parents sent them for picking at their ears, refusing to wash their hands and eating paste before lunch. They have bloody ears on the moon, scab-covered hands and mouths stopped up and crusted over. Their eyes are the eyes of too late too late. Little footprints spell out "Sorry" in the fine moon powder, too small to even be seen from the telescopes on the great big planet below —telescopes not even pointed up what with all the cocktail parties going on. © 2005 by Christopher Citro. All rights reserved.