May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three
Mike Boyle
It felt like a sunday

i drive over
honk the horn
twice
get out
knock on the door
try it
it's locked

this was once
my parent's house
the house
i grew up in

she comes to the door
and i press my nose
against the glass
blowing steam through
my nostrils

i don't know why
it's so hard
going there
anymore

driving up
i feel like
i'm putting on
armor

but it's fine
just the past
we talk for hours
i fix something
on her computer

that i built
for her

and drive off

after hearing all
about the family
i never keep in touch
with
and never did

she looked happy
i would go back
to the schoolyard
to defend her
again

but
that
isn't needed
anymore
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