I blew it, said Stephanie,
picking Weetabix clods from her hair
in the light of the burning bureau
as the cat smoked.
I should have listened, she said,
as the threads of her lawn unknitted
and the house found a new equilibrium
Of all the people, she said,
to be trusted with this decision!
The crust shrugged and heaved.
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