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April's HouseThe man who would be my lover through April had a daughter.April's House by ThimbleIsland
I showed her Playboys from 1999 and she grabbed at my breasts.
In mid-April my lover's grandmother died in a Michigan hospital.
The night before we had hurried sex on a friend's floor and in his shower.
I lay naked on a dark blue couch watching B list horror movies
with names like Frankenhooker and drank carbonated strawberry wine.
The floor was covered in empty Bacardi bottles and powdered Cheetos
while the bathroom smelled of concentrated bleach and urine.
I could crawl out onto the flat tarry roof through a second story window.
On the fourth of July I sat on the functionless brick chimney and got high.
The roof in South Oakland always reminded me of Mary Poppins.
Vodka coursing through my blood, I danced like a chimney sweep.
A man with bleached hair and long nails filed to a point walked me home.
He said, Margaret, I want you, and I knew I had stayed in a house full of lies.
Definitions 1-6Definitions 1-6 by wildoats
He has taken his nail and split a cigarette in two, lengthwise. Its guts are light, curled, a mirror of hair after months of pressure. He taps the strands to cement and presses his thumbprint to them. Jerked once, the pressure leaves a tobacco smear on the sidewalk. In this manner he forms a map of the city. He labels a park, a square building – "coffee" – in cornered handwriting. These are the only words on the map; the rest is lines. When you were seven, you wedged a crayon between your toes and attempted to write a note on a sheet of paper. The result was jittery, necessary – "deer mom i love you on your birthday smile! phillip" – and you recognize that writing now on the sidewalk before you. For him, his thumb stripped to smoke – this is a reminder, an achievement. You drop your change in his can. Until you know them, you care about these people.