We packed the U-Haul.
Small furniture and electronics.
A toy gun that showed up
one Halloween—so much more than
anybody could carry.
At the border, we sat in the dull
light of the station while
Dad unpacked everything for the guards,
well past midnight. I must have slept
in the hard plastic chair.
Do you have receipts for these things? they asked.
As if the laws for a family
are made outside it.
Angus MacCaull lives in Nova Scotia, where he is an associate fiction editor at The Antigonish Review and host of the reading series Print Preview. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Prelude, filling Station, The Town Crier, The Review Review, Calliope, Candelabrum, ASAP Zine, and CV2.