Cardboard boxes line the garage. New car long gone to rust. Sunday clothes, yard-long fish. Two dogs, three cats, one senior prom. Curtain rods in bedrooms await the drapes of strangers.
Mothballs rattle an empty drawer where condoms hid beneath socks.
Over the kitchen sink window, odor of floor wax the same, a finch arcs under the awning his nest wedged inside the eaves.