We drilled holes 

in the kitchen light bulbs

and scraped their fluorescence

into grandpa’s steel urn

tossed his cremation into

the fire pit and tried

to rekindle the ashes 

reattach them like the burned

pieces of a love letter.

The chins of the curtains

toppled in on each other

and we started finding things

we’d lost that winter;

Ring, tooth, vinyl

I found my soul

lodged in the back door’s

broken lock    

like a useless key.

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Alex Greenberg Poet & Student