YSJ Anthology 2015
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THE OLD HOUSE<br />
Charnell Peters<br />
Sister and I kneel in the narrow hallway that opens into the cavern of<br />
this house whose home we are stuffing into leaning cardboard boxes.<br />
Mother spins upstairs, taking in the remains: the gray bathtub where<br />
we washed dishes, the crumbling wallpaper revealing shingled<br />
butterflies with dissolved wings, and all our footprints still etched in<br />
the laid over tufts of carpet.<br />
Feet in dirt—<br />
we step away together<br />
to a continuing day.<br />
We lock the home we have packed into a large dark box and feel the<br />
slam of metal against concrete. Mother curves my shoulders back to<br />
the sky—a woman’s right. Then we move apart, our faces turned<br />
across miles, over the hills and the barren tree line, toward a<br />
receding light.<br />
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