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by Bob Sykora You said HGTV is your football. Rage, rage against perfect blonde couples picking fucking terrible back splashes, the same way my father screams Are you kidding me? whenever the Trojans score. You said of course it’s terrible, but on the couch with me on a Sunday in January, a gentle snow growing outside while unstylish rich couples bicker through un-ac-ceptable green tile and purple paint and gigantic decorative clocks, you can forget everything for a while. You click mute and turn sternly as the next perfect couple browses short sales in Buffalo. We could afford that. Like, right now. The cat lodges herself between us as we criticize their choices, the way they effortlessly ruin a Victorian. The snow picks up outside, the neighbors squeal over a touchdown, and a home in Buffalo we’ll never own buries its head deeper, gray little hands scurrying through the snow. Without making a sound, it disappears.  Bob Sykora is the author of the chapbook I Was Talking About Love–You Are Talking About Geography (Nostrovia! 2016) and serves as a poetry reader for Split Lip Mag. A recent graduate of the UMass Boston MFA program, he can be found online at bobsykora.tumblr.com and @bob_sykora_.
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