I burnt a house
Their memories now burnt wisps.
For miles and miles I drove.
Blank rear view mirror.
I robbed a bank
Lies; they didn’t unfold.
Pounding heart, on foot, through snow.
One set of tracks.
I got into a bar fight
Pungency of blood and rum.
Wooden leg of a chair sat fermenting in beer.
Only my knuckles throbbed.
I ran over a puppy
Slivers of bone pricked the wheels.
It lay. No squeals.
I planned a two-day kidnapping.
Glue and cut magazine letters.
Deaf answering machine.
They said they’d come.
I went for ice cream.
Mint chocolate melted under the sun.
A strange tug.
A little arm, outstretched – holding a cone.
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