My childhood house has been ruined in a cheap remodel
I spent 15 years in that bedroom hiding and hoping to disappear
It worked - now there's no trace of us left at all
Me and that room, both far too small (for what I was to become)
That sunroom-turned-hideout has all it's guts on display the red wires sparkling in the light of day
The space it once held (for me) a cavern of power, open now adds itself to the lounge creating space for others Am I one with this room?
The fire that kept my wall warm in winter, has been ripped apart
Gone with it, the hole in the back of the chimney where I had a cupboard for keeping rocks The same cupboard That wouldn't close Even when jammed with books Jammed close, because, I feared I was watched through the crack by some mysterious force maybe even the whole world in on it all
Gone; is the laundry that Dad used as a darkroom (his own hideaway) the red lamp: a signal burning bright summoning us to join his cause Or be left behind
Gone; is the hall door that was slammed for effect Slammed over and over in a war that still wages on Gone; is the cube shower with the folding door a place to cry without any sign Gone; Is the multi coloured lupins I planted in '96 hoping they would overtake all of the other ground saying that YES I was here and YES I was real In.the.dirt.