Eldridge St.

Our thoughts turned to Eldridge Street, 
the first home my parents bought. 
My mom analyzed it as 
congenitally malformed:

"They built it with the light all 
wrong—they put this big hutch where
it blocked the eastern sun. The 
dining room was always dark."

"Oh," I remembered, seeing
only slants of light floating,
films of myself flickering,
the steep and crooked stairway,

the red trim of the railings,
the hurricane, green outside.

MB 2020

Our thoughts turned to Eldridge Street,
the first home my parents bought.
My mom analyzed it as
congenitally malformed: