“Go to your room, Brad Ausmus”

It so happened that a man didn’t like what another man said.

So the first man took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

But he didn’t throw it on any pile of dirt:

it was a more like a dust pile

covering up a plate of rubber

that resembled a house.

Because the first man decided if he didn’t like what happened there

– and he didn’t, not a bit –

then no man could go home

at all

and after the second man pointed his finger and

the first shook his fist

a boy hurried toward the home

and picked up the shirt

and put it in a box somewhere

where he would remember

when he was a man.

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