TOTI
O'BRIEN
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Then she went to the window.
House sunk into silence.
No light under the
bedroom door.
All breath swallowed
by velvet dark she
went, tiptoeing
barefoot. Then
she stared at the
building invisible.
Blisters wounding
the surface.
How she loved those golden
peepholes! Grown-ups
there did things
she had no name for.
She saw cutouts
of the inscrutable maze
from her vantage
point. But
seeing was all she
wanted. Dark building
pierced yellow. Games
she couldn’t unscramble.
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