Books paintings papers:
a life / some nostalgic trip
Oh how do we remember
the nicotine and sawdust smell
of Grandpa’s hands or Dad’s laugh
my father-in-law’s generosity
or that we’re married
or that our granddaughter is beautiful
or that we generally like the dogs
and even the cat without all
this shit / our excuse
for not waking up one day
and quietly burning the house down