{"id":373,"date":"2012-03-11T23:17:47","date_gmt":"2012-03-11T23:17:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=373"},"modified":"2012-04-21T21:32:15","modified_gmt":"2012-04-21T21:32:15","slug":"sundown","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=373","title":{"rendered":"Sundown"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sometimes we’d walk to the edge of town,
\nJust to watch the sun go down.
\nDogs would come and growl at the
\nWindows. Victor shot a deer down
\nBy the old house. There is always deer
\nThere. <\/p>\n
Suffer,
\nThe land is all gone
\nNow. Water is leaking from the
\nCar. And the mornings sometimes like sweetgrass
\nAnd burned wood. Once, I shook a tree and some
\nWater fell on my hair. It stayed there
\nAwhile, then dripped on my face and down my neck.
\nI shivered and thought of ice-cream. I said it.
\nIce-cream, I said. <\/p>\n
At night at the window all streaked and gray and
\nThe sill all covered with dust, the Flyer, an
\nElectric blue snake would scream, rattle the pane
\nAnd I’d print my name in the dust. <\/p>\n