sometimes when he sleeps his nose

sometimes when he sleeps his nose
whistles like wooden prize-from-the-fair recorders
In my bed across the hall I hear him
two pillows to myself now, kazooing like

grip the ball tightly, focus on the base of the
pins that holds the pyramid, aim
throw, miss, again, grip, focus, aim, throw
again and again

in a whirring-breathing rhythm Alone
because we keep throwing the same
balls the same ways expecting
One win


About evinhughes

I am a graduate of Georgia Southern University. I have a bachelors degree in Information Technology and a bachelors in Writing and Linguistics.
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