culmination of suppression

even
when we
try to cover up the holes
we use the dirt from the hole's pile
and end up digging another hole.

she turned and looked out the front window of their house, over the lego lawn
past the weeping willow and into the neighbor's yard across the street. "where did those people come from?" she asked her mother, who shut the blinds and dressed her for gymnastics, she was going to be late for practice.