12.06.03 - 9:21 p.m.

i found it in a musty filebox black and white
speckled like a composition book and
pulled it out carefully with both hands
clutched it to my chest and searched the house
for tim, down hardwood stairs covered
with a splotchy persian rug and through a
messy, dated blue and yellow kitchen to find him
in the mud room looking at cracked panes of
stained glass. i whispered
look look, ian was hiding in a box upstairs!