humor
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The car door slams. A headache sizzles at my temples. One hand drums angrily on the steering wheels. One child is whining while the other’s long thin legs pound the passenger seat’s back. I’m forgetting something, something important. Loading the trunk I unpack my brain. Traveling with children is like decamping a circus, I think
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Dead at the centerA cigar box grand edificeChrome shined relic drownedBy zeros and ones I walk these burnt umber tilesUnder the blueness of fluorescentsThrough jungles of dumb canesTip-toeing around ghosts of Orange Julius From big boxes half emptyPast shadow boxes of retail pastSide stepping kiosk eruptions,Searching (no I don’t want a shoe shine)Questing (gummy grapefruit
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Uncle Lawrence was snoring. The twins, Seth and Sam, were pretending to enjoy the game. Freddy was talking to Parker. Parker was scrolling on her phone. Mom and her sister Auntie Jacks were cleaning up in the kitchen. Dad was still dead. And I was contemplating exit strategies.Where was Shona? Ducking out of Post Thanksgiving
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The dirt driveway sneaked around and up to the Marrow farm. Officer Ravencroft drove up surveying the half rotten chicken coop and worn farmhouse. He slammed his patrol car door. Old Man Marrow watched the cop watching his farm.Without a word Lucan Marrow climbed down from his lopsided porch and headed for the circle.Ravencroft followed.
circular staircase 