the bog
the mirror
               a stones round throw
                     you stepped on the hard wood floor
                                         you settled an argument with yourself
                                                     you decided it was enough
                                                            but you were wrong
  
the grass was cut with an old rusty lawnmower
          in the heat of the summer
                          the police shined their light in the front window
in the morning your sister found an egg on the front lawn
the neighbors never new
       it was like a scene in a movie:
              you ran
and were chased
 hid in the garage for twenty minutes
                 you got in a fight with
    yourself
             you chased the guinea pigs across the lawn,
they lived under the house
later you moved to your grandmother's house
         she watched channel 4 all day long
   always at five o'clock she asked you to make her a highball-
 Seagrams and ginger ale
       for breakfast every day she made Pepperidge Farm bread toasted with blackberry jam and black coffee
    your uncle let him use his old VW bus and later you started working at a photo lab
printing picures of brides and grooms.