Yes, it’s down the street,
and you can even visit.
The attic holds the secrets
of grandmother’s past.
Who knew she wrote, and who
knew she had such a tongue
for slander?
Many of the photos have been
chopped to signal ancestral
breakdown.
Outside, a child is skipping.
Do not look closely, or you may
be taken back to the former
you. The one who used to sigh
and feel relief.
