This one is called "Leaving the House."
I leave the house for the first time.
Or more accurately, the house rots away from around me.
The sun is blinding.
My parents look young and happy in the sand.
Or they look relieved.
They're playing volleyball, just the two of them,
and they're doing the opposite of what
you would think good volleyball players should do,
working together to keep the ball in the air.
There's nothing special about them.
By this, I mean we spill out of their bodies,
and then they don't take enough photographs,
and then their bodies climb down a very tall ladder,
into a dark, secret door, just as they promised.