Cypress strings were getting in the way,
strangling the pole on the back porch,
then the floorboards,
then through the screen door,
and around the table legs,
down the cooridor,
on the rotary phone,
and I just watched it take over,
because I wanted to be out of control for a bit,
it made me feel like I understood things better,
like I wasn't in this house alone,
I even turned the water on in the bathroom upstairs,
so the water would come down,
through the ceiling,
and breathe some more life into those lines---
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