The first house she bought was forest green and the size of her thumbnail. She could trade it in with three others for a bright red hotel that would guarantee her victory. The second house she bought was a bit bigger and pentagonal. She placed the tiny doll family inside, encouraging her daughter to speak,…
Even once you think you’ve finally moved on, I’ll still find you in the most unexpected places. My favorite book will appear on your shelf. My fingerprints will decorate the condensation on your water glass. Every newscaster will say her vowels like I do. You’ll find my smile tucked behind the mirror and my too-dark…
When the swamp and the fog envelop a house…
It’s no golden sunrise, but my house in the early morning has a serene apprehension of the day ahead.
Technically my neighbor’s house, but it reminds me of home.
Victim to Charm 