Overnights
A remembrance
Published in
Oct 17, 2020
Our cousin’s attic smelled like hot
ripped timbers, brittle and dry after all the years
it had perched there, spilling dust,
balanced high atop its narrow Victorian house
like a huge hat you could play in.
Beside the steep stairwell a bed,
metal springs creaked and squashed if you jumped
or…
