I was raised here, safe within the walls of this house. Today I raze it, and its ghost moves into me, sharing my breath
Along with two chameleons the pet shop owner sold my parents mealworms in a cardboard takeout box (the kind for extra rice or eggroll)
someday the whole of me will melt away like light November snowfall or perhaps explode like a home-made clusterbomb someday the parts of me