2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
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Basement<br />
by Michael Hettich<br />
Hanging my grandfather’s undershirts on the line<br />
down in the winter basement, my grandmother danced<br />
a little jig when she thought I wasn’t looking, and laughed<br />
when she realized I’d seen her. So I danced too and we shared<br />
another secret. I loved to follow her<br />
down there, to explore the damp dark<br />
while she ironed and folded and told me things<br />
I don’t remember now. So in Denver, years later,<br />
I rented a basement apartment and huddled<br />
down there without a phone, down the back stairs where no one<br />
could find me. I hid myself so well that when she died<br />
no one told me for a week. Too late to fly home<br />
for the funeral, or to cry much. She’d been very old.<br />
Her husband, my grandpa, had died twenty years earlier—<br />
just mumbled goodbye one afternoon<br />
while we were walking, holding hands; he turned away<br />
from my father and me on the sidewalk and shuffled home<br />
in the sun. She found him when she came up from the basement,<br />
sitting on the edge of their bed, and she saw him<br />
fall back with a sigh when she came in, as though<br />
he’d wanted to look at her one more time.<br />
My father and I were still out walking, telling stories<br />
in the cocoon of contentment we often inhabited<br />
in those days, as though we had actually vanished<br />
into our own private world.<br />
106 <strong>Santa</strong> <strong>Fe</strong> Literary Review