how unmodern
the house is.
the mid-century style
set in place.
the atomic clock on
the wall.
the old
cabinets,
wooden and white,
the tiled floor,
the pink
and green linoleum.
the ceramic
tiles still holding on
in the bathroom.
a casement window to crank
out.
the floor lamps
bringing light.
ashes in the fireplace,
cobwebs
in the cellar where clothes
are hung to dry.
the throw rugs, the big
chair
in the corner.
the desk to do bills on.
it smells like
home.
my grandmother's home,
now mine.
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