Dec 19, 2016
They said that the house ate him, and I didn't understand if that was a metaphor, since so much in life consumes us, rather than the other way around. Perhaps, it was a metaphor, but children tend to the literal, so rather than question their matter-of-fact revelation, I told them the house must have known what it was doing. Right? They nodded, sage and quiet. That was enough for me. Now, late at night, when my house settles, I think of gaping blackness and when it will be my turn.
-- “Shut the Closet Door”, R.P., 10-31-16