Creatures and the Stage art by Lucy Curtis
T
here is a creature behind my house.
Ari Vergen
It was one of these days that I found the backyard, one of those days where
We moved in on a hot day,
you look to the blue skies and sweat drips
and most of the days have been the same
into your eyes and stings. I’d encountered
since. We swelter into the rugs and walls,
it before, the backyard, the fenced-in
avoiding the sun until it’s cool enough to
grasses shadowed by looming neighbors,
pull ourselves back into our sticky skins,
glaring windows. Look too close at the
in time for the shapeless hours of the
glass and find silent eyes, eyes that kept
night.
me locked inside, all of us caged into our
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