numbers game
with a kid for each hiding spot, father thanks god while mother takes a head count. I am back from the fair with a rendering of how I will look to my rapist. my brother is already in position and has contorted himself in a manner he thinks will convince me he can shrink his ears. my sister is nowhere a bumblebee can’t find. our puppy picks a new favorite because it bruises easily. numbers game or no numbers game, loneliness is coming.
kingsoftrain 
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