In the basement there’s a bed
that had nowhere else to go, boxes
of clothes, more boxes of my
papers, the laundry machines, so
much of the girls’ things that I
wouldn’t know, an ole timey
wardrobe, some shelves with old
paint cans, a table, the hot water
tank, two trough sinks, the fuse
box, an ice box, the cat’s dishes
and litter box, and most of its on
the floor, which bows up at the bottom
of the stairs, with a huge hole that leads
to dirt like a tree root grew there, it’s covered
with a carpet square and falls in if you step
on it wrong, just making the whole larger.

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