Got News, Part 2

The school clock you bought that you watched as a lad is still in your room. No one winds it, but no one got rid of it either. It isn’t your room anymore. It’s the guest room. Mom took my old room instead. She gave away your harrows, your tractor, most of the harnesses, wagon. Put them into use, someone. Probably James. And your guitar, your suits all your clothes. Not that you were figuring on wearing them again anyway and they’re too big for me.
    what horses won’t use
    porcupines will —
    tooth-frayed collar

Pearl Pirie

Read Part 1 of Got News here