oops. Man of the House By Bob Hicok It was a misunderstanding. I got into bed, made love with the woman I found there, called her honey, mowed the lawn, had three children, painted the house twice, fixed the furnace, overcame an addiction to blue pills, read Spinoza every night without once meeting his God, buried one child, ate my share of Jell-o and meatloaf, went away for nine hours a day and came home hoarding my silence, built a ferris wheel in my mind, bolt by bolt, then it broke just as it spun me to the top. Turns out I live next door.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 04:32:55 +0000
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