These last days Oct 27, 2012

 

I roll over and play dead, Opossum, and try not to do what she says I do, look where I am not wanted, not at all at her or any direction, it might be misconstrued in these last days before she vacates and I need the longer worry about it, only it is like the last seconds of a ticking bomb I fear I go off before the final wire is cut and a danger expired, these last days of keeping my eyes down, my mouth shut, my movement carefree, as not to be mistaken as a threat, as I recall her nights, locking and unlocking her door, though I still do not know of what, these last and great days in a haze, I can't clear away well enough to see through, these last days before she closes the door to this place, ridding herself of having Harry Potter alcove under the stairs, and me, maybe the rest of us, these last days when she will no longer have to look only from the stairs or across the table and see me, these last days when all that once was no longer matters, these last days before she is gone

 

 

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