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The Blatherings Of A Blitherer

We Have Always Lived

January14

“We have always lived,”
she said, cruel
smile tugging her
lips, flashing white
knives.
“We have always lived,”
she said, gesturing,
“In the castle.”
Her hand swept
to include the Very Hungry
Rhino, the unbalanced
windmill, the angry
viking with the sword
that made up
Uncle Lou’s Minigolf and
Arcade Emporium.
Brittle words painted
a castle over the plastic
grass (like carpet) and
styrofoam rocks (dented)
and then she and the castle
were gone.

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