BONE PHONE HOME
This dreamscape broke like a broken bone,
spoke like a spoken phone, I carried your
schoolbooks home : all under the penalty
of more neglect. There was ice in the closet
You'd said your father's name was Percy and
I asked what that meant - you said short for
Percival. I agreed and it was a deal, so we
shortened my name to G.
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At the first glimmer of dawn the deer on your
mantle came to life. It was gentle enough, just
walking around in the room, staring out the
picture window to the river down below. 'It
never goes anywhere, and it's very calming to
have around,' you said. I took a tacit agreement
with that and went home.
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