ALL Magazine November 2016 | Page 11

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