Excerpt
My mother keeps things organized. Our lives in labeled albums,
Our showpiece house in designer paint colors
Vacuumed, swept, so pretty that if you just looked
You might want to come inside.
But if you listened,
Youd hear another story:
Incomprehensible wailing,
Shouting, urgent phone calls,
Crying. You'd want to ask if a monster
Lived in our house.
I am not sure how I'd answer.