Even the clouds are undecided tonight, interlocking arms, then playing
some rugged tug-of-war. Someone's in a boat on the lake, tossing
firecrackers overboard, each one a mini-bomb, rifle fire, a slap on a
thick ass. By the light of the moon I can see sleek-skinned bass and trout
leaping over the water's surface, looking frightened to be so free in the
This might be the same guy who took out the beaver dam, or it could be my
father who died years ago. Where I live there are a lot of imposters and
subterfuge. Some even wear camo pajamas with smears of kohl under their
eyelids. Around here, the squirrels carry weapons and the rabbits wear
brass knuckles. Come see for yourself if you don't believe me. I've got a
spare bedroom and all the blood's been bleached out of the towels.
Just make a left on Wonderland Road, and hold your breath coming down the
See you soon,
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Read his story.
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