Grandmother

centered within a square splashed with creeping seeping, light to spare but shadowed really a dull affair someone lift a hand draw back the frilly, folded drywall drawn shut all night and day never to let the indecent smut of play take one step inside Grandmother's eyes are shut Her thick, bony hide spotted, dotted with age and dirt and clean and an immaculate life rutted, pock- marked creases and crow's feet Grandmother's eyes are shut She stumbles forward bent with rage "Who opened this house to the effects of day?" Grandmother's eyes are shut, and there they stay.