Monday, June 9, 2014

I Can't Remember

I can’t remember a time
that didn’t involve

I was always driving
on a staircase.

To my mother,
to my house,
to the place,
where I belonged.

But when I got there,
to the top of the stairs,
I didn’t want to turn
the nob.
it was me, the petrified
kid. The scared me.

I still feel that at the
top of my third floor
the fear of a child.

Never knowing what’s
on the other side of the

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