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“Domesticated”

Domesticated

 

Consider: over the house, towards the house, near the house, beside the house, into the house, inside the house, away from the house …

I could keep going with that house, drive myself mad.

In Hungarian, the word for house changes with every prepositional heave.

Not a lot of image, no verbs, but what a lot of commotion.

So much moving from one place to another.  To get over it. . .

I decide that the Hungarian language, obscure as it is, resembling almost nothing else. derives from the movement of Mongolians on ponies.

Imagine those Mongolian hordes on ponies. How hard those ponies must have worked.

On the first trip we’ve made to someone’s house my husband comments on the beauty of the black flatware our hosts placed on the table.  He who notices only ponies and never houses.

I hold ponies and houses in mind and think to myself, how much would it cost to buy the flatware?

You were always bad at calculation I say to myself.

You can always break that rule I say.

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