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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Photo Credit: C. G. on Unsplash






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