I never ever tore out a whole floor
down to the dirt, down
beneath the dirt, down into
the water table, down
further than metaphor to where
your problems are purely
substantial. Did you
dig deep enough? But
did you really
though? Will your inexpert weaving
of rebar and metal wire
support what you have
Will they support children, the
children of children, footsteps upon footsteps,
for how long? I carelessly
throw the old joists into my a10yarddumpster,
each older than my grandmother’s mother,
from oaks older than her mother’s mother,
laid by hands long rotted into the dirt,
and I sprinkle the rotting cord with crumpled Miller Lite cans
like some wayward flower girl.
We replace them with 2x10s from Menard’s.
We jump on the OSB and marvel — the strongest thing I’ve ever built.
I cross my fingers. This is just how it is these days.