Wilderness as Manufactured Home
KARA DORRIS
The secret-non-secret is to live someplace you hate, like the body. Or a trailer house with trapdoors & bunnies rather than a brick Tudor. Neither the honey nor the bee. It’s why we never escaped. Spent money on fast cars, Precious Moments, clothes rather than mortgages. For better days, we said when we meant instant gratification. When I needed to forget every goddamn minute, I forgot to hate the rats nesting in my bed, the cockroaches clinging to the ceiling. It was what it was. But I wouldn’t invite friends for sleepovers; I wouldn’t invite boys into my body either. We wear these vardos—nothing but the ambition to move on & restlessness when we can’t. The non-secret is trailer houses don’t even have wheels, can only be moved with the right equipment. Another way language fails us. Another way hunger lies.
some wheels are not ours
to keep, are removed
upon delivery
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The secret-non-secret is to live someplace you hate, like the body. Or a trailer house with trapdoors & bunnies rather than a brick Tudor. Neither the honey nor the bee. It’s why we never escaped. Spent money on fast cars, Precious Moments, clothes rather than mortgages. For better days, we said when we meant instant gratification. When I needed to forget every goddamn minute, I forgot to hate the rats nesting in my bed, the cockroaches clinging to the ceiling. It was what it was. But I wouldn’t invite friends for sleepovers; I wouldn’t invite boys into my body either. We wear these vardos—nothing but the ambition to move on & restlessness when we can’t. The non-secret is trailer houses don’t even have wheels, can only be moved with the right equipment. Another way language fails us. Another way hunger lies.
some wheels are not ours
to keep, are removed
upon delivery
*
The secret-non-secret is to live someplace you hate, like the body. Or a trailer house with trapdoors & bunnies rather than a brick Tudor. Neither the honey nor the bee. It’s why we never escaped. Spent money on fast cars, Precious Moments, clothes rather than mortgages. For better days, we said when we meant instant gratification. When I needed to forget every goddamn minute, I forgot to hate the rats nesting in my bed, the cockroaches clinging to the ceiling. It was what it was. But I wouldn’t invite friends for sleepovers; I wouldn’t invite boys into my body either. We wear these vardos—nothing but the ambition to move on & restlessness when we can’t. The non-secret is trailer houses don’t even have wheels, can only be moved with the right equipment. Another way language fails us. Another way hunger lies.
some wheels are not ours
to keep, are removed
upon delivery