running to the ice cream truck
what do you have for me?
a frog, young man
fat frog with m&m eyes
okay, I’ll
take it
how could I not?
running through the woods
pretending
throwing rocks
we would
amass as many
weapons
as possible
build forts
out of trees
that we could bend down
some of our parents would
not pay
for a pool membership
we were the
kids in the woods
behind the place
lurking
but we were afraid
of that old house
off in the distance
at the edge of the woods
dated white paint flaking off
there was a rumor
that a mailman
went into that house
and was never seen
coming back out
and a man
once who walked the
woods with viscous
dogs was said
to have come
from that house
my mother told me
a story that she and her
friend were stopped
by a man after school one day
going along a path
they managed to get past him
but two weeks later
another girl
was killed by that
same trail
by then they were
already taking
the long way around
sometimes we can
stand
not to be
so efficient
what do you think?
1 o’clock
the fan
oscillates
pushing
myself
late
save yourself
the trouble
admit you have to fall in
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