first home

just me in that endless house wandering

through cold hallways up wide wooden steps

there were ghosts in the back bedroom

soft purple painted walls

through cold hallways up wide wooden steps

elbows deep in the

soft purple painted walls

cabinets of lipstick tubes and plastic buttons

elbows deep in the

Barbie DreamHouse

cabinets of lipstick tubes and plastic buttons

I still see it all

Barbie DreamHouse

white trim and French doors

I still see it all

pools of lonely sunlight on the floor

white trim and French doors

and my therapist’s voice, fifteen years later

pools of lonely sunlight on the floor

“where was your mother?”

just me in that endless house wandering

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