I Will Die Here Probably
I knew the ways of the world when
In a thoughtless panic
With the lights turned low
A slow burning storm
Struck the outlet and threatened to
Turn the house to ashes.
The house that has stood here for several generations
Holding someone else’s family.
The house where my mother knew her father’s mother
Is long lost to photo boxes
But the memory stands where it alwa…
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