By Zachary Schomburg
One night, when
you return to your childhood
home after
a lifetime away,
you'll find it
abandoned. Its
paint will be
completely weathered.
It will have
a significant westward lean.
There will be
a hole in its roof
that bats fly
out of.
The old man
hunched over
at the front door
will be prepared
to give you a tour,
but first he'll ask
Scary, or no scary?
You should say
No scary.
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