Hole

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.