Tethered
A mutable presence in their prime
wanting to be fixed in later life
In these houses, still misaligned
losing hope in your house, hostage
refuse to let me build my own
spending each shilling and penny
false statements shown
avoiding payment
receive extra payment
none left to raise kin
Is this how you treat your grandmother?
How cyclical, predictable
hands formed for protection, transformed fists
shuffle in the darkness
hoarding of every memory and item
always my and mine not ours or us
eggshells you laid for us you cracked each one before a step
needed your release too
breaking cycles
We'll see when it’s time to dig bury