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| ***BIO*** Jason Fisk lives in the suburbs of Chicago with his wife, daughter, a son on the way, and two dogs. He tries to find time to write between changing diapers and cleaning up dog doo. He is currently teaching English to students who would rather read graphic novels than learn how to write a proper sentence. You can visit his website at www.jasonfisk.com. |
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| by Jason Fisk |
| I snuck outside of our house
the morning after blowing up and spouting off an immature rant about her lack of empathy and I ate generic Peanut Butter Captain Crunch on the cold concrete stoop The smell of sleep still clinging to my t-shirt and shorts I dread going back inside to pay for the shit I stirred up the night before I tried to take solace in the backyard nature beyond my cereal bowl the chirping of the birds the morning chatter of the squirrels but all I heard were the birds bitching and the tree rats nagging at each other. I dumped out the soggy cereal remnants and the sweetened leftover milk on my lawn and turned to go inside - there she was on the other side of the sliding glass door The baby bouncing ferociously on her hip ….and…sorry |
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| Oct. 2008 |
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