What has happened?
In this house
We hid among the plates and mugs
We crammed between hangers, pressed tight amongst dresses
We burrowed into couch cushions
Slunk down hallways
Pressed tight against the walls
Peered slowly around corners, edges, bookcases, shelves
Crept close, peeked in, peeled back.
Whispered
What has happened?
Effie Graves 