I am casting off My Mother’s Houses
I just opened the cupboard door under the sink
here at The Hawk
to dry My Hands on a non-existent towel there
thinking I was in The Shakespeare House
momentarily
but I’m not — that House
went in September 2011
& I am left with The Island
ready to go at the full asking price
by This Friday —
how many dish towel memories
do I have there?
Am I going to have to leave
The Island House
for one more winter?
There are still no buyers
spiders have taken over
Who will ever live out there?
–
WHB just said, “You’re not in any place
where the bad things happened.”
–
Will We keep The Island
in case the power goes out
here on The Hawk?
Will We load up Our Cans
& Sleeping Bags
& boat for The Solace
of That Place so loved
by My Mother
& Me?
1/2 of India sits
in The World’s Largest Blackout
I sit on My Deck
with My Black Astro
lying across Me
while I wait
for a call from My Realtor
maybe with an offer
on My Mother’s Island House
complete with Windmill
& Solar Tracker
