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In His New Home

Matt Marinovich

He couldn’t sleep at all,
neither could his wife,
or the baby. They hadn’t counted
on the whitish glow spreading
through the thin line of trees
that separated them from the mall
and the sound of cars on the highway
or the puddle of water
that mysteriously appeared
at midnight on the kitchen floor.
On the third night there,
a small plane cut its motor
and crash landed in a small field
next to the watertower.
He somehow expected to see the pilot
even before he heard his footsteps
on the deck, the blood leaking
from his woolen sleeve
and leaving its fine script on the wood.
The man had white hair,
a badly broken nose, and looked
almost fatherly. They sat
opposite each other at the kitchen table,
listening to the sound of sirens
pestering the empty roads,
and the man told the pilot
that he’d always had reservations
about being a homeowner,
and the pilot, squinting down
at the dishtowel the man had
helped wrap around his obscenely bent
forearm, told the man he’d always
had reservations about being a pilot.
The man’s wife, who had been listening
to them in the darkness behind
the door, had even more dreadful
reservations, but she held the baby
against her chest and listened to
it sigh, in an eerily adult way,
as its mouth slipped off her breast,
and then it began to scream.



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