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complicated as falling in love,
That twelve-year-old boy I told you about?
Richie?
She’d come across the ocean, been kidnapped and sold.
it was even worse for those who sailed off, sunk into the far.
her skin grew around the chains. That her mouth shaped to the muzzle.
I knew what that was, to be made a animal.
Until that boy came out on the line, until I found myself thinking again. Worrying about him. Looking out the corner of my eye at him
Simile wise in the ways of creatures.
A small bag,
secreted in the middle of my bundle of clothes.
Haha
Pop’s
Richie’s story
“Everything got power.” He hit a log. “My great-granddaddy taught me that.” The log split. “Said there’s spirit in everything.
The boar share so much, and I take so much. No waste. Waste rots.
my baseball knees, my bat spine, my glove of a skull.
Sleep on the fall.
all that open space pushing down that made fear gather in my chest, a bloated and croaking toad.
Kinnie Wagner
Everybody got a line—something to break them, he said.
Simile
the silence in that clearing in the pines, a sound as heavy and loud as the others,
a pickle Popsicle.
his teeth are all capped with silver, the metal stopping them from rotting out of his mouth.
away from the crying boy and the shattered television, as if that is what she needs to protect Kayla from.
Haha
The man is cooking,
Haha good work
I am silent and stealthy in another way.
You better take advantage. She said them words as though decisions have no consequences,
He’d worked on the Deepwater Horizon as a rig welder. After it blew up, he came home with his severance money and nightmares.
Deepwater Horizon oil spill, largest marine oil spill in history, caused by an April 20, 2010, explosion on the Deepwater Horizon oil rig—located in the Gulf of Mexico, approximately 41 miles (66 km) off the coast of Louisiana—and its subsequent sinking on April 22. ~ Britannica
later I found out the truth. Later, I learned he’d figured everything out without me.
Carlotta,
Fred.
meth, crystal, crank.
He looks like Given, but he never jokes.
Simile
the road stretching before me endlessly, Michael always at the opposite end of it, no matter how far I go, how far I drive.
Maybe because
Maybe because
Maybe because
Even now, my devotion: inconstant.
She’s skinny,
she’s missing her two front teeth,
Or if she’s a meth head, or all three.
Without her, my arms feel weightless.
I stand there, watching my children comfort each other. My hands itch, wanting to do something.
Simile
Why aren’t we told Leonie’s motives for her abusive behavior? she must be thinking or feeling something.
