GRANDMA’S HOUSE
THE RETURN
The front door is smaller than you remember
Nervous
Standing on the threshold
You fidget with the antique key
It’s been a long time
Her house
Is your house now
Though you don’t know what to do with it
You’ll have to inspect it
You’ll have to decide
Gently
You insert the brittle key into the lock
Take a breath
And turn
SNAP
The blade is in the keyhole
You’re holding the other half