Escaping the sleepover fallout
two extra boys. Legends lp playing then. And now too. The Digital.
Quiet happy. Then.
and video games. and airy mattress pushed up on it’s end
The boy took charge, I slept: take it down pre-midnight. Or else.

Me and WP escape after daybreak.
Go back to sleep boys
Old walk. Houses near the water. Engaged here.
Here’s a rock. Here’s another rock.

On strong stilts. One split in half near the center chimney years ago,
moved back away from the water. Reassembled.
Can’t find it now.

Investigation of the Chaffee house. A Browning Cottage, maybe.
the boards beat into the sand
to hold the sandbags at fore
are now tilted toward the water
like gravestones

Sandbags reclaimed.
House stands by cement. Will it fall today? Can it fall on me?
It’s windy.

Window on second floor, Lace curtains on some.
Who lives there now? No.

Every storm, we expect it to fall. Local news report.

Why would someone buy it?
Tax shelter, maybe?
Maybe it’s home
to those who perished,
or want to be reclaimed by

The sea.

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Peering. Peeping. Tom. Sorry. ~ March 30, 2024