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'husben' she says
husband husbound has been thinks husben.
lips red lips going wet to her tongue near the dinner table while leaning against the wall. she got fresh paint on her toes, polish clear on her fingers and a ahhhahhahh baby on her arm. it's hungry she hungry we all hungry waiting for the silence, angry for consumption.
'lalalal' goes the wife translate to 'disappointment over dish not done. disappoint me over spill on the floor onto the weather to cold got to get a sweater.'
an he sigh
an there is the floor that he eyeballs amongst the spill, dirt and childrens things he traces lines in the linoleum creating another vision.
dream on! goes the has been.
hold on! hold that daughter strong. while hands make the shape of tide pools across her back.
ba ba bah! says the baby, already a woman already noticing everything goes wrong.
ha! squeals the son ha la ti da mama! goes the son spinning in circles waving his hands in imitation of jido.
there is the sun creeping like a theif blowing warm kiss across table atop plate down to hands down to fingers that smooth flat comforted.
wish on! goes the holy trinity moving through the house on their way to shopping center. mother son and holy daughter double strollered mother son and holy daughter secure in their chairs secure in car secure on road secure to their way.
orphan dad off to use his hands pack muling the mail day away.
hi hi says a neighbor to wave
he he goes the young the innocent the bicycle gang all ready for daredevilisim and garbage can smash.
the thud is not the crash of tin cans from the 80's the thud with the secure lid is sad as it lays on it's side the victim that doesn't complain and they screech to a stop staring down uncomfortable at it's ease angry that the lights don't go on waving tiny balled fists at the heavens for creating such safety against the violence of youth.
an there are miles for miles an there is weight an there is the ghetto the barking dog the affront of smell the shock window eyes of the foreclosed home and yawning open mouthed boxes some guarded by violent gnashing mouths of dogs and some easy left alone to be stuffed as he pleases.
he dreams
he sees visions of families
of great two story homes on the water
of the escalade
huflis
of their first loves
school
wedding
grandkids
from the beginning it seems like a distant horizon line.
husband husben husbound has been
to the holy trinity
mother son and holy daughter
heavy lifting these catalogs
bills
and gifts from home
they got freedom burning causing blood to boil
causing them to moan at night
from nightmares and passion
they got freedom burning
they got dreams
they got dreams
they got dreams
dream on!