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THE WINDOW

THE WINDOW
Ross Leese

this bedroom window has been with me
my entire life like the first memory
of cracking my head
open on a
fireplace.

it looks out onto next doors front lawn
whose greenhouse window I once
smashed with a
foot-
ball.

I remember when I was eight and I saw
the couple across the garden having
sex before I even knew
what sex
was

and just thought
they were
fighting.

then there’s the
recurrent
dream–

I dream I rush out to my car after being
chased out of the house by
some invisible
force

and with a last look up to the window
I see a young boy stood silently
mouthing my
name like a
warning.

that’s when I wake up screaming
for my mother and
sweating

embarrassment.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

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