Their Daughter

out in the back shed—

my office eventually—

I set up a table and an old

plastic chair, a bike stand,

leaned up against unopened

boxes. a screwdriver next

to the wine. I look at the screen—

type some words and delete them.

take a drink and then do a few more.

the neighbour says they built it

for their daughter in the 70s

when she grew up to teenage

to sleep in a room with the boys.

there was a bed and two touch-

control reading lamps. a chair

and a picture of christ and she had

her own sink. the agent suggested

it could be a rental and bring in

2k every month. she lived here

to roundabout 30. the brothers got married

and she went back inside.

I'm considering bookshelves, a little piano,

an ashtray and a second hand desk.

we saw her once, passing,

a week before closing:

a little fat woman

in the region of 60

smoking a cig by the door.