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their house was taken from them, but the house didn't shift or molt – it stayed rooted on its concrete pedestal – looking at the same celestials & strays, looking like another family's house as it became miniature in memory & refrigerator drawings. Driving away, he sang to them the Canadian national anthem, then a poem by a long dead local author; a road as a metaphor never gets old or when the new boy settles into bed in your old room will the house take his fears, like a chameleon, & color them calm with chamomile & Oreo. We drive. Eight shoulders crammed with eight knees pneumatic & sweat pulsed. I imagine strangling the new boy in a shallow stream; hide his little body in a tree

(justin sirois)
(you don't mind, right?)

1 comment:

nationofulysses said...

thanks, cutiefacehead.

see you Saturday!