We fancied ourselves builders and decided to build a house in a one day.
We collected planks of woods tossed in our alley, dug out left over arrow nails from the ground, and carried them together to the space beneath our Fletcher street porch. When we finished our south-facing wall one of us said Let’s make an experiment, and we both turned towards the blue plastic rain barrel that has always been underneath our porch.
the blue plastic rain barrel filled with dads motor oil :the environment
our broken toys and those we found forgotten :the variables
question: if pushed down into the barrel which toys will drown
and which will be polished and playable again?
We never finished building our porch house,
We never finished the test,
We left the blue barrel uncovered—
twelve months
later
when you chose dad
and I chose mom
the barrel overflowed onto our backyard grass
drowning everything in sight.
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