the god in the basement

the god is locked in the basement
his squat silence
seeps upward
through red oak floors
and sisal rugs

the house folds in on itself
becomes tentative
doorknobs jam
and nothing
smells right

grandma calls
from Seattle
open the basement door

dad hunches
his shoulder
why? there’s nothing
in it

Nic Sebastian

Nic Sebastian believes she has a cozy inner affinity with either Scylla or Godzilla, and one day will figure out which. Her website is