the family?
the effort it takes to keep pretending?
you walk the property in your mind
try to remember each detail
try to imagine the burnt remains
a charred black skeleton of house
Broadway albums warped and melted
do tennis trophies burn?
it’s all my fault, your father weeps
i should have fixed the faulty wiring
even when there’s nothing left to protect
he still avoids the truth
still refuses
to see
i have to go
you grip Espen’s hand
of course, of course you do
the truth is, you don’t want to
you’re terrified for your mother
your father needs your help
but the thought of going back
makes you physically ill
you’d rather go anywhere else
do anything else
you start to cry
i don’t want to, you whisper
i don’t want to go
what kind of person does that make me?
a human person. a good person, he says
you can do hard things