Chip Away

He is a collector, finder, gatherer, noticer.

Bright red, hard working, a little bit of spittle always in the corner

of a smiling mouth. He is descended from all kinds of horror. The kinds of things nice people try not to think about. The kinds of things that people do in the name of thier children. These sorts of things cleared away the wild to make way for the well intentioned road to hell.

Its easy to keep going with the whole thing. To get lost, to join an army, to drink until you don’t feel confused anymore. Its easy to make children, its easy to hit them, its easy to hate people who are different and the same as you. He’s too busy mowing.

Theres plenty of work here in the summer.

He mows lawns, cleans houses, clears trash. He finds tokens of all the bad things everyone has been up to.

He trys to find simple ways for killing machines to be useful around the apartment.

He says that a bayonet from the German army in word war two is the single best implement he has ever found to de-ice the freezer.

He is still trying to figure out what to do with the hand grenades.

About iknowyouknowmyheart

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better -Beckett Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.

Posted on July 10, 2015, in blessings, bravery, doin things and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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