WALLPAPER
an poem for memory and clamoring
WALLPAPER
In that home a ghost of a woman who liked me but never knew me visited my five-year-old self
her slippers padded softly down the hall every home aches with its lifetimes and this one was
simmering with feijoada and the knife cut of New England autumn pressed leaves never
lose their color how can people and all of their histories possibly fit in o…