A Behooving

A Behooving

It was a one-sided argument 

spinning on its side.

It was cold and it made me 

dizzy, turning on

a saturated landmass. 

I saw it was about to rain

and made a run for it  

and squeezed through a fence  

so cars wouldn’t follow. 

I climbed the ladder 

to the roof where it was 

starting to drizzle. 

The gate was locked

but I knew about the hidden  

stairwell –I used to 

stay there after getting 

my injection and act all 

innocent –like the rhododendron 

poking in from out 

of the frame and I had to 

jiggle the handle 

where a spider in a bowl

of candle drippings trembled

like a leaf shaking

stars from their stems.

Author: Gerald Yelle 

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