Manifest

I enjoyed the innocence of burying objects under the yard's roof sheet. I stood sentry next to my sisters waiting for he who never stopped arriving. I boasted idols in the wall that with pleasure I defaced. I untied a pack of wolves that ran after my years. I lined up a full battalion between beer caps, waiting for a salute. I believed in a childhood murder facing steadily the Monopoly board. To play was a simulation to reinvent the void and the void has always been something to mold.