Family Home

Every moment is dear, darling. An exquisite crevasse
for memory.
The fifth house up Mayberry Avenue.
It’s mine!

Judgement disappears in
its every corner and nook
I know,
Lucky Dog scratches at the door.

Swimming pool nights with
my bunk bed sister
I’m most myself here.
You can tell me anything, baby.

That’s the big dipper!
Dad’s barbecuing
the living room is our stage.

Picking roses,
painting these walls myself.
Home video subjects.
Look at the cat!
Christmas dinner is at 3pm.


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