Your Mother's Basement
In your mother's basement
I cleared a space
A corner
Where maybe a room could
Become
A honeycomb in a mass grave
Of forgotten, damp
Mostly broken furniture
In your house of cards
Even you were too thin
And fragile
Sun squeezed
Into the one eye slant window
I could shed light
On why I wasn't wanted
No one came for me
Once I walked the dirty dusted road
Through apartment complexes
To see their cars
The ones who delivered me
Into this confusion
Of pulled breath
And fear of the future
Just to be sure they existed
Despite
The burden of me