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Harm Willie Fitzgerald My family last lived together in a two-bedroom apartment at the end of a long, dust-colored hallway. Our building was called the Emerald Arms, though only its front door was green. Our apartment door was purple, the trim a slightly di√erent shade of purple, the worn hall carpet yet a third shade of purple. More of a lavender, really, my father might have said. Just outside our door, a love-struck end table o√ered three da√odils in a color- less glass vase. The flowers were made of a gritty plastic fabric; the water they stood in was resin. You could flip them upside down and they would stay just as they were. Inside, my parents had made the walls delirious with decoration. We had prints and postcards and prayer flags and pressed flowers and the framed (and signed) college magazine cover my father had done, an il- lustration of the Vietnam War in the style of Bosch’s The Garden of Earthly Delights. In the kitchen hung Audubon’s great blue heron, its neck turned down toward its feet to stay in the frame. Pewter incense bowls, a dull brass Ganesh, a money cat with half its face abraded. Wooden http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

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Abstract

Willie Fitzgerald My family last lived together in a two-bedroom apartment at the end of a long, dust-colored hallway. Our building was called the Emerald Arms, though only its front door was green. Our apartment door was purple, the trim a slightly di√erent shade of purple, the worn hall carpet yet a third shade of purple. More of a lavender, really, my father might have said. Just outside our door, a love-struck end table o√ered three da√odils in a color- less glass vase. The flowers were made of a gritty plastic fabric; the water they stood in was resin. You could flip them upside down and they would stay just as they were. Inside, my parents had made the walls delirious with decoration. We had prints and postcards and prayer flags and pressed flowers and the framed (and signed) college magazine cover my father had done, an il- lustration of the Vietnam War in the style of Bosch’s The Garden of Earthly Delights. In the kitchen hung Audubon’s great blue heron, its neck turned down toward its feet to stay in the frame. Pewter incense bowls, a dull brass Ganesh, a money cat with half its face abraded. Wooden

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Prairie SchoonerUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: Dec 21, 2019

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