hearts dreams the piece of crystal that missed his head by 2 inches the air itself was fractured
this house didn't need a ghostwriter eloquence was everywhere
the picture frame gamefully displaying glass and cardboard the abandoned chess game whose pieces were left to find their own way across the board even the magnetic letters on the refrigerator:
i l--e yo-
sang a sad lyric
"hey man, gimme a hand with this."
i snapped to attention and lifted my end of the dresser as we walked it to the u-haul truck the man from 2-b smoked a cigarette and admired the silence of the end; he had heard so much of the violence of the story that it was truly a welcome change
after we filled the truck with the empty belongings of 2 years, 3 months and change
he took a minute to kiss the dog one more time shook the hand of the man in 2-b and drove away.