Left alone hungry
At night
We make a pizza
In the oven it goes
Out the kitchen I leap
Age 8 and 5
Stuck to the TV
We enjoy Clint Eastwood’s
Every Which Way But Loose
Rapture
The alarm screams
We scream
Kitchen running
Thick smoke goes up out
The wall is black
I can’t clean it off
The pizza is black
We play WWWIII in the living room
Shooting through the smoke
Dying
Laughing
Playing
Jumping couch to couch
Back to capture rapture TV
When mom returns
She is curiously
Not mad
But quiet.
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Hello,
I’m Lani
Welcome to Life, the Universe, and Lani. I’ve been blogging about my experiences living abroad since 2009.
At this point, this site serves as an archive as I’m mostly active at No Girl is an Island 👉https://lanivcox.substack.com/ 🏝️where I have been both newslettering and continuing to craft personal essays on finding freedom in the fringes.
Thanks for stopping by, have a look around, and hope to see you over at No Girl is an Island.
Life, the Universe, and Lani 
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