if we couldn't find
something,
we had
a magician living in our
house.
we called her
mom,
or mother sometimes.
she knew where
everything was,
no matter
how obscure it was,
hats and shoes,
baseball gloves,
books,
pens and paper clips.
a pet turtle
or box of rocks.
she had eyes in back
of her head.
she knew
what was in every closet,
every nook and cranny
of the house,
basement or attic,
and sadly
what we hid beneath
our beds.
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