You’re often beautiful but overwhelm space, showing up where you shouldn’t be: corners, cracks, dreams. You overgrow, mocking ivy. A lovely imposter trickling across the yard in need of thinning. I pull you from the beginning. Your carrot lifeline nubby and tender. It’s hard to tell your potential. Whether you would fool bugs and protect […]
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The moon was not in season while we were there. Horns honked and roosters crowed at sunrise. The North said “Yo,” the South said “Vo,” and ghosts are always hungry. The dead sleep by rice fields. When they’ve rested a year their bones are raised and washed clean – like a newborn – then buried
It happened in an afternoon: Ladders, nails and beer breaks. Dad even gave me a swig as a reward for my hard work and I promised not to tell. I gave Billy, Ben and John the password to enter the fortress with no half moon hammer dents embraced by limbs and branches. We were kings
She calls to me from the balcony – using the wrong vowel – during her four o’clock cigarette break. I tell her I can’t stay long, immediately wishing I hadn’t, but she understands. Her yellowed fingers pet my dog as she hunchback mumbles I’ve been looking for you. Where have you been? After her partial