Karen approaches the steps to her grandmother's house, Taking one at a time like a clean garden louse, And as she makes time, moving slow to the door like a cat, Behind the windows of the hallway a light arrives just like that,
Dormant cars lie in colourful divides, Like the light weeping street lamps on this very night, The air is thick with hinting of daylight, And mood of Mother's car still stinks of the last fight,
Karen, Her Mother and the Boyfriend in red, "Cementing the arguments, concrete¦round my head! The unspoken word in squinting eye pockets, The fading bird night-lights from electrical sockets,
Align yourself with the parabola, Of a contending fluctuating space, Time out of life in the soil matriarch, Fingers stabbed through rings, For royalty sakes it a hate name,