Childhood Home
Happily-ever-after did not
paper the walls. Pencils
did not mark inches grown,
or the spine’s curve
bending right when, at 9,
I learned there were only
barbed angles in this house,
a skewered patchwork
of heated arguments, splintered
door frames, tainted truths,
and a roof that leaked
every time I cried.
- © Karen Pierce Gonzalez 2021
Karen Pierce Gonzalez’s fiction, non-fiction, and poetry have appeared in numerous publications. A former journalist and folklore columnist, she facilitates creative and folktale writing workshops in the San Francisco Bay Area. karenpiercegonzalez.blogspot.com
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