How long before the eaves gave wayto the sky, or the bathroom floor was jack-hammered to bone,while the trees outside were leftto redirect the wind?How quickly the den must have become more kitchenand bedrooms lost their privacy. I see the bookswe’d packed up and moved years ago under a pile of fresh rubble, still sending off dust—titles stunned to a babblein gold leaf.
-Kristen Henderson
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