Even Now When We Fight

by Cheryl Snell

I go to bed like a child vowing revenge. I throw my shadow against the wall and the clock tosses up its hands in alarm. The shadow gets up and chases me. When it falls against my piano, sour notes squiggle the air. To force the shadow to fight, I attack like a lion tamer who, with whip and stool, gets you where I want you ─ the shadow I scrape off the wall. The wall disappears and the shadow withdraws as you crack open the door, but both hands of the clock reach out to take my side.

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Cheryl Snell writes poems and fiction of all sizes.