Screen Game (NaPoWriMo Day 26)

screen

I still remember my
nose pressed to the wooden
window sill in the big yellow
house of my childhood,

breathing deep the scent
of dirt that filtered in
through the screens
on a hot windy day.

I’d squish my fingers
against the screen’s
dark firm netting but
no matter how hard I
pushed, my fingers couldn’t
get through. They only
came away with a criss-cross
of indentations.

A fly or two somehow got
inside and they’d waddle
around, fat and noisy,
rubbing those arms together
as they thought up a plan
of escape.

Sometimes they tried my
screen game
but they were
worse at it than me.

 

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