Home reeks of lime
and mildew. We hoist
a box spring through the second-
floor window—
dirt beneath creme brulee nails,
tip-toeing around next door’s
double panes, the clatter
of a dead woman’s rose-colored
dresser drawers echoes
in the afternoon.

– Rebecca Ferlotti

Note: This piece was originally published in Mock Orange Magazine (2013, now defunct)