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Fireworks

1.

He lights another mortar

and the dog runs after it

barking and trying to bite it

he grabs it's back leg as the sky lights up

since he had barely thought to look over

and the words around here don't reach his mind

his ears defective as they are.

He says something with his hands

something foreign to me

but six people watching laugh

and so do I.

 

 

2.

His wife sits with her sons

her stomach wide with their third

another boy

she's gotten so used to talking with her hands

that her voice is rusty

and her vocabulary limited

but she's here as much as the rest

sitting and laughing and having a good time.

 

 

3.

The owner of the house sits off the side in the nicest lawn chair here

a cup in her hand

we've quit counting how many drinks she's had

but she only drinks a couple days a year

and nobody is giving her any problems

and she seems to be able to be her normal self.

She had been questioning me earlier today

seeing if I was really a good guy

testing whether she'd have to sit at the table with a shotgun

every time I spent any time with her niece.

 

 

4.

Her husband is launching his own collection of mortars off

with his brother

while her brother-in-law hands the teens the novelties

I launch off a dozen flowers

and a few spinny things.

She occasionally breaks her fingers away from mine

to launch off a flower, smokebomb or firecracker

and occasionally runs over to poke-chop her uncle

who keeps talking to the fireworks.

She always comes back and we'll wander by her mom and stepdad

(the latter always throws in some sort of comment

so we act careful around him)

and over to her cousins

or toward her aunt and roommate.

Occasionally we'll have to get something from the house

and we sneak three kisses

but we mostly just stay in each others arms

keeping each other warm in the almost warm 4th of July night

our hands both entwined

one of our heads always on the others shoulder

and in all the craziness

all the family drama

everything is perfect and she's smiling so hard her cheeks keep hurting

and she keeps telling me how little sleep she's gonna get

and I tell her I ain't gonna be able to sleep at all

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Jul 7, 2013
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