Tag: peekaboo
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Words
Words stung when they landed in my eye or got caught in my throat. They’d dangle there, struggling to break free. Then they’d tear themselves apart trying to pull back off into a familiar syntax. Silence like this isn’t interested in playing peekaboo, come to find out, isn’t game for coming to find you hiding […]
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Cuckoo Clock
The little yellow bird inside it would play peekaboo every hour on the hour, and it was something you could count on coming back. Which is just like an hour. Maybe that’s why I wanted a cuckoo clock so bad. With all the parents splitting up and leaving kids behind I’d take anything if it […]