onefiftythreeam When your house is framed with bones and the walls sheet rocked with flesh there is no room for full-length mirrors or empty apologizes, what I am trying to say is our oldest child can’t sleep she wakes up hourly to tell me she’s afraid and there is nothing I can do to make her fears go away except stay up until she falls back to sleep. This structure is crumbing what I am trying to say is that I am tired of the way the past creaks in the night like a floor when you are trying to sneak back into your own space the way a shadow becomes a river the hum of the heater and then the silence after it shuts off. Remember nothing lasts forever except the memory of who you were until you weren’t any longer. The Cost of Common Household Items While my first home is being raized I watch The Price Is Right in the hospital waiting room and consider the elusiveness of time how organs ca...
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