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Devon's chest
it looks like a one-winged bird,
crouched in the corner of our
living room. hurt. trying to fly
every time the heat pump turns
on with a click and groan and
blows cold air into the sheet
and it flutters just for a moment
then falls down again.still. dead
dads covered it with a Gray sheet
so i cant see it,but i know its there.
and i can still draw it. i pick up my
pencil and copy what i see. a grayish
squarish thing thats half as tall as
me. underneath it is Devon's eagle scout
project. its the chest Devon and dad
where working on to teach the other
boyscouts how to build one.
i slide over and feel the sheet just to make sure
the chest is still there. its cold,hard, and stiff
on the outside and cavenouris on the inside.
my dictionary sais cav enous it means filled
with holes or hollow. it looks like a birds brocen
wing cuz the sheet hangs of of it loosely.
i put my head under the sofa cushion where it smells like
dads sweat and Devon's socks and my popcorn and the cushion
feels soft and heavy on my shoulders and chest and theres
a weight that keeps me from falling and floating and falling
and floating falling and floating like the bird
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