it’s 9:00 am. enid at the schoolyard in the snow.
the only thing worse than a broken car
is no car at all.
(you’ll walk).
there’s tyranny outside your window now
and the milkman comes on wednesdays;
frozen white liquid with the winter.
enid, you remember, saw ghosts in your mother’s old house -
and the very same ghosts are chasing her now
she thinks they’re coming to get her.
she’s pissed off again
you know you’ll let her have the bed
in the end,
because she’s beautiful
and it’s snowing.

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