There is a spot
one my pink
carpet

where I sat as
I heard my sister
come home from school
for the first time

and where the wall
facing me is blank,
sunset peach with no recognition
of myself

and there is the door stop
that springs

and when I curl up in that spot,
it's fun to spring,
put my finger against it
and let some resistance out

it's the spot in my
mom's house
where I weep.