Dispossession

by Lori McKay

We moved out
of the trailer with broken windows
and a heater that didn’t work.
There was a giant hole in the floor.
And the bathroom sink was broke.

We packed
what we loved. I bought new curtains
for the grand new windows.
Nine foot ceilings and hardwood floors.
The sinks worked.

You lied. You broke promises.
You lost your job, our income, our family.
You wrecked your car. My Mom moved out.
I found the drugs, the syringes,
The Sharps box.

We gave away our pets.
We packed up what we loved.
I mopped the hardwood floors
for the last time and
we moved out.