Conformity.
The
inability to speak was his main concern,
except
for certain words. Sometimes he dreamt of old ones
not
to be said in the familiar places
but
these were fantasies he could not shrive.
The
car, too, had developed habits of its own
almost
driving itself down the familiar roads:
work,
aunts, in-laws, it knew the way.
He
was sure he remembered other paths
but
he laid down, consigning them to dreams.
Then
it was easy to forget the maps
that
once he had collected, studied the ways.
Now,
when he looked for them
his
fingers came up black with soil or ash.
Buried
or burnt, he was numb to their loss.
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