Before Jogging Northeast

I started in my son’s room.

I started in my son’s room because I didn’t want to start in the master bedroom: Thin floral paper at least fifty years old grips the walls. The crack above the whistling radiator runs parallel for the length of my arm before jogging northeast, like a hand curved upward.

I started in my son’s room because his room has always been the room of hand-me-downs: dresser and bed and a nightstand painted blue.

I started in my son’s room.

I started in my son’s room because I didn’t want to start in the master bedroom: Thin floral paper at least fifty years old grips the walls there. The crack above the whistling radiator runs parallel for the length of my arm before jogging northeast, like a hand curved upward.



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