We didn't know what woke us—just something br moving, lighter than our breathing. The world br bound by an icy ligature, our house br br was to the bat a hollow, warmer cavity br that now it could not leave. I screamed br for you to do something. So you killed it br br with the broom; I heard you curse as you br swept the air. I wanted you to do it until br you did. I have never forgiven you.