Michael Hammerle

I Should be Able to Move You

out of this house but I can’t. I should be able to move you with more than my words. It ticks in my mind. When I sit there is a guilt stabbing my hip like a cramp. I should be able to move you, the baby, and these dogs to somewhere else. We eat so well we could almost forget the mold and the bow in the ceiling; outside, the fleas in the dirt, sirens, crime in the street. I should be able to move you with more than my words.

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