until it isn’t
see that house
with a sofa there and a chair by there
the television and a picture on the wall
well it wasn’t always like that
once
long ago
it was a shell with scaffolding
on my way home i went inside
and the rough boys from up the ‘bony’
decided to rough me up in an alcove
which i guess now is a nice cupboard in the hall
and i hollered at them all loud like
and sped cloven-hoofed across the fields and away
in the way turning sometimes emptiness quells
and the sun comes out low across the grasses
and the flash cards of childhood reset in an instant
and instantly it is hidden until now i tell
it isn’t
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