Review of the Latch-Key Kid

Review of the Latch-Key Kid

Andrea Dreiling

 

He is wild right beneath the skin until it jumps out of him.  All that wildness right beneath the skin is bound to get to him sometimes.  

Ya know what a latch-key kid is?  It is a kid with a key to the latch of his parents house because his parents are not there to let him in.  It is a kid with no one there to count his hours.  He was a latch-key kid.  

The latch-key kid- all wildness right beneath the skin.  

The light smoothes over the lenses of his glasses, the way that hash smoothes over all of his emotions, the way that I smooth over his waking hours so that he can finally go to sleep.  

Ya know how lying in the dark with someone else is?  It's a time for painting a person on a canvas of air.  It's a time for turning a stranger into the one that is most familiar.  So we lye in the dark and re-create each other.  

I tell him that he is a lion all the way to the tips of his hair.  I think that his teeth are made of spark plugs and sugar.  I tell him that the patch of hair on his chest is the North star;  I think that it will help me to figure out where I am going. 

 Love is an ever growing sense of terror of going back to being alone.  Going back to when we were latch-key kids after all the neighborhood kids have gone home.  

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