FRUGAL HEARTS
I haven't been to this window in a very long time -
the alley below, that brick-lined shaft, and the thin
light at 3pm. Enough to bring me home all over again.
Right here was where I first stepped in : that cover
over the bathtub which was also the sink. A cubby
between two rooms was the hole where the bathroom
was. Third floor, twisty stairs, walking up. I never heard
a sound there really out of place. I lived for nearly
nothing, in a darkness of my years.
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