There's a little boy in the corner of my brain with his nose against the wall.
Four big letters spell out down the front of his cone-shaped hat.
DUNCE
More by wph
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A Waking Moth in Winter (or The Basement Light)
Last night, I left the basement light on.
The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas
rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.
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The hangout
That house, worn down by sun and salt rain, was doomed. In a few years,
it would be a hollow replacement, gone from our stale grown-up brains.
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Frantic Class
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
never stopping angry quiet
Tok Tok Tok Tok:
ink on paper nonsense words
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
lips are moving saying nothing
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