The Art of Tetman Callis

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September 20th, 2013 · 2 Comments

Things happened at night and
I don’t remember which of them
was real and was happening
outside my head. Someone was
trying to break in through
the back windows or the front
door. I got up in the dark
and went to my closet and pulled
my rifle out and walked down
the hallway in the dark and hoped
I didn’t shoot someone I wasn’t
supposed to shoot. I woke up with
my wife pounding her fists
against my chest and saying, No,
I won’t! No! And I grabbed
her wrists and she woke up.

Tags: Oniontown · Poems · Words

2 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Averil Dean // Sep 20, 2013 at 5:39 pm

    The night is dark and full of terrors.

  • 2 admin // Sep 21, 2013 at 3:35 am

    As the day sometimes is, also.

    I’m at page 222 of ACYE and determined to finish today. I’ll email you after I’m done.

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