the basement

cold slow stairs
Down
down into the basement
into that smell of dust
boxes stacked at an angle
creased from Opening
and then Closing Again.

your big sisters clothes fit you
you remember feeling big then,
you don’t remember how to feel big now.

you barely remember growing up
but you know the boxes do
the basement does
and the dust
they have nothing to do but
sit and remember those things
Left to collect in their arms.

cold slow stairs Down
and then back Up Again.

Author's Note

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