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The Old House    (Continued)

I'd clutch my pillow,
silently crying my eyes out at night.
They didn't love each other anymore.
“Girls,”
Mom flickers her eyes
To Jordyn and me.
“I know Daddy and I were supposed to
stay together
and love each other
forever
but things
just didn't work out”
The old house.
A three- to nine-foot-deep pool.
Always fearful of diving off the deep end,
We'd light tiki lamps around the edge
On cool summer nights.
Chocolate stains on the stairs
From Easter.
The wooden floorboards


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