Ophelia Street

Blurred

Svelte little girls are running in circles
Behind my eyes.
When I was blind everything was a blur.
Thin ankles looked thick.
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Welcome to Effort, Pennsylvania.

A damp, fall day…

The local diner, 4 p.m.…

Hank Hankson rushes into the diner, his brown hair, which is starting to gray, all over the damn place. He’s scared — beside himself, you might say.

“Guys, I lost my Swiss Army knife!” he cries out.
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Energy thick as grits
Reactions substantial like water in a grease fire
Lodging for one to prick the desire
Someone take us higher.

As I arrive at the door
The rest of the 5 stand behind me;
He had some order fixation
While all of my siblings breathe anxiety.
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