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title: 'The Boar'
project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves'
project-order: 13
genre: 'verse'
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Now the ticking clocks scare me. \
The [empty][] rooms, clock towers, belfries; \
I am terrified by them all.
I really used to enjoy going to church, \
singing in the choir, listening to the sermon. \
Now the chairs squeal like dying pigs---
It was the boar that did it. \
[Fifteen feet][] from me that night \
in the grass, rooting for God \
knows what, finding me instead.
I ran, not knowing where or how, \
not looking for his pursuit of me. \
I ran to God's front door, found \
it locked, found the [house][] empty
with a note saying, "Condemned."
[empty]: mountain.html
[Fifteen feet]: telemarketer.html
[house]: i-am.html
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