Issue 2, March 2009
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The Bear in the Neighbor’s Kitchen
Black T-Shirts
Ranting
Make-up
She Had A Boyfriend
The Bear in the Neighbor’s Kitchen (and other stories)
James Iredell
was a black bear. Perhaps a brown cabin kitchen bear amongst these snowy mountains. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen pushed in the kitchen door. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen seemed to know that no one lived there. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen rooted through the drawers. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen in the open refrigerator’s light. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen found the oat and cornmeal. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen wore butter on its face. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen left a stinky gift on the deck. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen trundled down the driveway. I could’ve called the neighbor about the bear in their kitchen. The neighbors have kitchens in houses—not mountain cabins—where they live year-round, where there is no snow, and no bears. I could’ve chased away the bear in the neighbors’ kitchen. I could’ve been the bear in the neighbors’ kitchen. I could’ve trapped the kitchen bear for the neighbors. My black kitchen hair. My bear.
James Iredell
was a black bear. Perhaps a brown cabin kitchen bear amongst these snowy mountains. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen pushed in the kitchen door. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen seemed to know that no one lived there. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen rooted through the drawers. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen in the open refrigerator’s light. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen found the oat and cornmeal. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen wore butter on its face. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen left a stinky gift on the deck. The bear in the neighbors’ kitchen trundled down the driveway. I could’ve called the neighbor about the bear in their kitchen. The neighbors have kitchens in houses—not mountain cabins—where they live year-round, where there is no snow, and no bears. I could’ve chased away the bear in the neighbors’ kitchen. I could’ve been the bear in the neighbors’ kitchen. I could’ve trapped the kitchen bear for the neighbors. My black kitchen hair. My bear.
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