THE DEFEATIST

Grandma has been gone for years, but I still have dreams about her old Victorian house. Its like the final resting place in my dreams because whoever who has died, I always see them there.

Her house was a weird magic place. Maybe because everyone I knew who lived there has now passed on. It could be the skull she kept in the cellar. Grandma snagged it with a fish hook and pulled it out of the Big Sioux River. Just the top part, the skull cap. A darkened brown bowl with one eye hole loop that acted like a strange handle. Some sorta scientist looked at it and said it was a few hundred years old, probably Native American. I don’t know why she kept it. You’da thought the scientist woulda put it in some scientist cabinet with the other lost and found bones. Maybe in with the formaldehyde jars full of strange blooming oddities.

Last night I had this intense deja vu. I was sitting on the toilet and there was this kind of old person medicine cabinet smell. It reminded me of Grandma’s house. I guess I kinda lost myself imagining I was at her house and then, for a few seconds, I actually was.

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