Escapement
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My friends are in the living room waiting on snacks. 
The clock's due Friday and the catch-release keeps slipping. 
The weighting is harder than I thought.

Creak (release).
Creak (release).

She's in the attic again. Did I forget to hide the box? 
She finds it anyway, even with his name torn off.

I called him J.J.
She always stops at the first line of his project, 

my very educated mother—

Eyes closed, she knows
what's under his solar system:
shin guards, yearbook,
first retainer,
 last report card.

The floorboards 
hold her rocking.

She's got no catch.

Her song wears
through the ceiling 
and sinks to the kitchen.
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars,


J
   
   U
      
       L
         
          I
            
            U
                  
               S

Shit. The snacks.
Smash the Doritos in the bag. For cover.
Grating cheese would be too quiet.

Creak (release) 

They’re good plain. It's not cold yet.
Porch. Just serve them on the porch.
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