Victorville CarnivàleRebecca Loudon
I was pocket sized with a teensy weensy voice my clothes never dry the weight of a wool coat I gave up dancing the smug blue toaster goddamn the men pounding my roof with mallets
one night my one night alone with the beast fork-ed tongue bitten down nails I baked cookies for children attended by the fragrant bodies of animals cats the giant gold dog the baby with its steel arm and hook sewn to a cloth bunny swung from the door frameif I were a dead fish in a creek and a dog picked me up with his slick teeth and rolled me and rolled in me and rolled me into his honest fur would this be true love?
I lied to the men on the roof told them I had a piano lesson to teach pack it up now I said in my grouty voice I told them the false student was about to arrive I said no no you cannot use my bathroom christ what was up with those men mend the shingles fix the roof liars down on all fours
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