cram jam bands into tape decked with ribbon ripped loose from miniature speaker playing hits 2/4ths of the time leaving the bass to flop all over the floor, rattled through its cage again one eye on the door willing and waiting for its chance to expatriate while getting it out and over and done with before mom comes through wondering where exactly you and your brother’s dreams have been all night.
lids cracked safety seal lifted slanted broken and blind springs dig to shoulder wardrobe splayed array the refinery stained rags
another expectant exultant leaves much room in the front.
vacating two windows a breezeway and a door on a hinge that cracks every now and again, she packed rather slowly making sure to leave behind nails bent and walls never patched.
it was to be rented first to the father until after he tried pawning his outworn welcome to the desk jockey taking up a residency at the circle K slinging slushies and discount fumigation supplies.
and afterward to my hairy legged friend who spins fantastical flickering yarns in his spare time and maybe then terri from HR in all those sweaters that give me the gall and the goosebumps.
could be worse.
could all be rehearsed.
luke.darwin.johnson
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