Attics (based off a wikipedia article)
For me, no garret, no loft, no sky parlor. Only
some space below pitch. Fill my space
to slanted roof. I am known for being
awkwardly shaped. I have exposed rafters and
am difficult-to-access. To assess. To accentuate.
Convert me. I can be your window, your staircase,
your neglected, hard-to-get storage. I am no
mass of unmoving air. Rise from lower floors,
get trapped, compound my reputation: Inhospitable.
Don’t insulate, decrease my cost. I am no boarded
floor; I have no ceiling. Windows and skylights
pale to my chester drawers and failed projects.
Those pieces of the carousel you had begun
to build, creaking in stale whirls of fans. See
how they glimmer in the filtered light.
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