The child and I have grown wild

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She doesn’t go to school much anymore, and I let her sleep until she wakes up in the mornings, nestled in the little elfin hollow, the fairy tale trundle bed in the alcove in her room.

We drive around in the hot, nearing-summer sun in the afternoon, careening over the rough spots in the road that seem to have gone untended since the beginning of all of this. I don’t wear real clothes anymore and I don’t turn…