I was in the basement among
\ncolored piles, was where
\nI’d told my friends to go down and get high in instead of risking
\nmy neighbors hating\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 from day one
\ntheir new neighbor for hosting pot smokers on his front porch,
\nwas in the room in which I’d killed
\nthe baby snake which’d slithered past
\nour house’s foundation’s security system which consists of concrete and wet Iowa dirt.
\nI was downstairs
\nbecause upstairs was a balloon I’d unintentionally inflated
\nthrough not speaking because I’d forgotten
\nballoons inflate by more than just air. I was
\nsoap-handed + stuffing
\nshirts into a rapidly-filling pool and hoping, wasn’t listening
\nfor wind or warning, wasn’t
\nconsidering how I’d left the TV tuned to some program
\nwhich was telling my absence
\nabout a murder it would be re-enacting
\nwhich was so gruesome I should
\nleave the room, I was
\nthinking pockets
\nand receipts, was casting among folds for pens
\nand potential stains I’d left like lessons for my future self.
\nThe rorschach of a Thursday, how god
\nin certain ruralities is what elsewhere
\nwould be called weather: even without light
\nit’s possible to see what one believes in, hence faith. I was
\nin the basement when the power blew
\nand from the dark upstairs came Ellen’s voice, we
\nMarco Polo’ed to each other\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 therefore spice routes and discovery\u2014
\nour hands met first then the rest of our bodies, the creation of a we in the dark\u2014
\nand how forgiveness is simpler if undertaken blindly. Downstairs
\nclothes sat wet and unspun and the power
\nresurged hours later, trees still shaking
\nwith the last twitches of storm, and
\nthe lights which’d blinked
\nswitchlessly off earlier reblazed sudden, appearing
\nthroughout the dark house like a burning god
\ntrying to tell us something.<\/p>\n
I was in the basement among colored piles, was where I’d told my friends to go down and get high in instead of risking my neighbors hating\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 from day one their new neighbor for hosting pot smokers on his front porch, was in the room in which I’d killed the baby snake which’d slithered past […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-1gN","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4885"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4885"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4885\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10285,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4885\/revisions\/10285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4885"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4885"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4885"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}