the chart
says he keeps yelling
for Mama
& Ray
only it
sounds more like Roy when I hear it,
as in “Roooooy! bring me a knife!”
his goal is
to buy some tools
and wood for
the winter
and I can’t
blame him,
it’s
freezing in here.
I can’t stop
shivering
and tugging
on my sleeves.
when we
arrived everyone was barefoot
so we spent
the first hour finding
non-skid
socks and pulling them over
handfuls of yellow
cross-eyed toes
while they
did or didn’t eat breakfast.
someone else
wanted to see
a seabird so
I took her to the window
but it was
too foggy to see
past the
parking lot.
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