Our First Place by Mateo Amaral (Appeared in the January 2010 Issue) We moved there in August when it was hot By September we had begun to loathe the pitter-patter of little feet above us and things began to cool The ceilings are too low And I hit my head going into the bedroom—is not the right word for it because next to our bed sits the dining room table side by side like a cat and a dog in the back seat of a tiny car There is no dishwasher and sometimes the plates and pans pile like our patience But in the winter The heater warms the tiny space in minutes and we huddle together on the couch even though we don’t have to
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