The beginning of the contraction process using some language from a free-write session. Below are lines reworked into another free-write with a working title.
"See-through boys playing cement hockey without stopping to let cars by."
Wazoo is where I grew up, after we left
slimy tangerine E-Town,
We lived just past the Shymalan retirement homes,
five miles behind Ariel, the stocky five-year old with Nike-black hair,
who would hide and seek with me in the ice cream aisle,
while I avoided slinkies.
My sister Caitlin and I brought our hamsters,
Chocolate, Cocoa, and Milk
back to life dancing on
bright pogo sticks.
After five months or so,
I spent most of my time in dad's faded blue Navy cot,
straining to peer past my Styrofoam sky,
thinking about our cat that tried to kill me when I was ten.
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