Updated: Jul 1
"I will build our house a little too small"
By Ella Bowler
I will build our house a little too small, so no secrets or silence can fit inside.
We’ll know where the carpet ripples, which light flickers; hide and seek will bore, but mended hearts won’t mind.
I will build the walls so thick, that screams won’t leak and dreams stay protected.
We'll make our beds each day; we won’t slack. Pull sheets tight, open curtains, stitch the bedding when it tears; it’ll be different this time.
I will lace your room with immortal flowers and unscratched photographs
and above your bed I’ll hang a window
it will only let warm light in,
it will only let warm light in