ACOLDACANYON

last night, I was back there walking on the road towards the town on the side of the mountain. it was coldld there. 

cold there there the wind chipped and charted the wind ffffded and found and
last night (he) (ttthe) i was 

back their 

wal(k)ing. the wind chimped and chimeded. 

thhe wind weird and winded. last

night the(r) tttthe coed, the code code cold--the Ed the e the -ed .

the cold there et al

the the all the side the sod. thhe thee the teeth, 

th e 

eh 

the mountain, town ton on the side (to the to the) the the. though the thought though it-- i
was the the side )the back the eh (th he)( t

here walking wailing the two town charted the found the last rr--rr: i.e. I there back there walking on the rod walking the road toward the ton town o. on the side of the mountain, it was o o  o oh it was code cold there. i. there the wind child . i there the i there the wwwind the chip; the charted the heart and hearted the big lake (like lake lay) lain --the fire in the furnace the old laughing lady. last

night the hearth heart hear is here is here is here is lasst

nigh here

is hear is here is him is home is

lastnight is the back the wind thhe the i wind the rod do roe chip chap chip founded fine found finish eee

lasst neigh neighbor the last winded winding the rod the ton town the mountown the though teeth thought tone side back child child chide lake laaay 

a comb a 

   canyon.

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a map of memory

the cushioned chair, high backed, gold leafed
the porcelain figurine

the lazy susan cookware spinning
the basement stair exposed
the constant heat

the bedroom: Warrant, Poison
the blossom tree
the entrance through garage to kitchen table
the concrete floor

the right turn doorstop, couch
the sound of music
the backyard fence and clothesline
the roar of whole house fan
(a room I never entered)

...asleep with cassette rain

when we were where we were

When 

we 

were young and on the 

way home from Joliet and from family gatherings (in the 

white cushioned chair, high backed and gold leafed, up on the carpet like a dry riverbed, I had slapped my aunt for eating my Christmas present candy), the moon 

would follow us. Peering out of the Caravan 

window, I 

watch it stay even 

with us on the highway because, it too, 

was going 

where 

we 

were.