Hall
Her loud heart walks from her bedroom to the hallway. The skinny
white Girl is shaking because her cat has not meowed, but she senses a breath holding the air, a thick fear she heads into. She’s a tough little bitch, a pit-bull for her spunky school friends. But she cannot hit this stranger in the hall looking her up and down. The Girl barks like a mongrel, all the fuck-speak she can muster falls back in her stomach tearing up in knots. She’s in a singlet nightie. His mean shoulders finger-lesion hall-air slap violent jeans, who else is here. She looks to the kitchen all lit up in the middle of the night, My dad is and numb-walks to the kitchen. The Girl does not know how to run. She goes round the solid old wood table. Dad. Perhaps the stranger will run from the hall scared of getting a hiding with a fence post.
|