Crunched windshield from last February.
Glass was embedded in his hand from when the truck flipped.
They hit black ice on the road.
A woman comes to our school a year later
And I sit with him in the bleachers
As she tells us that she could bend down and pick up glass
From the crash site
Where they cut her son out of the molten car.
Broken glass angels pile up fast
On mantle pieces
And roadsides
And the tops of Christmas trees.
Some of ‘em don’t break all the way
But a chip stays missing.
"Would you like a receipt?" asked Travis. The customer didn't want a receipt, and she left with her iced latte right as the sun was setting outside of the shop window. It was nine o'clock, midsummer. Travis got ready to end his day.
The lights in each of the doll houses are off.
I, a giant, wander insignificant
Among the grains of sand.
When at last I reach the sea,
I let it take me,
Dirt and grime and grease
Jerry looks out peacefully at his friend Marky drowning again. He’s in the water. The first time he was out there, it was when his mom got sick for good, and he stopped seeing his shrink.
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